I am sitting on a couch with Evan. His wife is sitting in a chair, reading to us from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I get a little dizzy or tired and lie down, my head resting on Evan's left thigh. I can tell that he is feeling rather proud of himself at the moment and is tempted to do more, to touch me, stroke my hair, or something. But he won't because his wife is there and he doesn't want to upset her. I snuggle down relaxed, listening to her read, wondering if I can actually relax enough to fall asleep.