She drifts off with a little sigh, and he grins when he realises. He resettles himself, moving an inch or two this way and that, and reaches for his bottle of water with his free hand.

He takes a long drink, and just enjoys the peacefulness of sitting there for a while. They won. They won. Sure, it was never really in doubt (he doesn't let himself doubt) but it's still a relief.

After another thirty minutes or so, he sticks his water back in his pocket, and very very very carefully swings Bryce up into his arms.