He doesn't like the silence.

The silence is telling him that something's wrong and the only time the boys were ever silent was if something had gone wrong, someone had been...

Doc swallows and pushes the images out of his head, and focuses instead on her fingertips carding through his hair, the strands still slightly damp from his earlier bath.

It's not long before his eyes close, and even though he's fighting tooth and nail to stay awake, it's not long before he drifts off.