Certain things could give Mike the chance to rest. Actually rest. Kitt's presence had been the first after sex and alcohol. He slept with his earwig in and trusted that, no matter what, Kitt would be watching. It let him sleep through the night without fear, without nightmares most of the time, and that was how he slept, his arms draped around Sandy. Between the reassurance of having Kitt watching and the knowledge that he had someone he felt comfortable with in his arms.

And when dawn woke him, he blinked - and he smiled to find Sandy still close, still right there with him. He didn't really want to wake him. Sleep, he knew, was a precious commodity to his dear Sandy.