After I came back from the movies with my dad for Father's Day, I took the coldest shower ever and did absolutely nothing other than drink ice water. I was fighting the urge to nap until Ed coaxed me to cuddle with him in bed. He likes to hold and stroke my left hand while I'm getting ready to fall asleep (he occupies the same side of the bed every time), and I often think that it is only the muscles twitching from relaxation.
Ed said, "No. It's me."
And I responded, "But I'm not entirely sure--"
He reached over and stroked my other hand, and that shut me up. He laughed.