His other arm snaked between her pillow and hooked around her throat—not to choke, or to suffocate—he held it around her there loosely to support her head with his arm and she preferred that, needing to feel pressure on and around her. If he had even decided to lie on top of her she would have let him, feeling that she might just fade away. If he could hold her as tightly as he was now, if she could feel his heat bleeding into her body, she must be real, and she would take it. Anything, anyhow, to hold her together.