He looked down, his face softening. Standing up, he walked over to the edge of the cell, his hands wrapping around the bars. “Hi. You’re still here.”
“Any sleep is good sleep,” he told her, resting his forehead against the bars. “Did you stay the whole time?”
He smiled, tilting his head. "I missed you too," he told her before his brow furrowed. "I think. I'm really fuzzy."