"We're all too sick for it to be important," Peggy says, feeling like that's wise or somehow critical, but then the thought slips away from her and she leans forward, listing a little as she reaches out to hold onto Tony, patting his shoulder.

"Budge over, will you," she insists, because she's not making it to another bed when the warmth from him seems so lovely. "I'll pat your hair, if you let me stay."