She wished he didn't do that. The jacket was warm and it smelled like him and she didn't have the appetite to eat anything but it was nice to be reminded and it wasn't fair that he was acting like a gentleman tonight. Because then she'd miss these little acts and wish on most days that he was still here, that he was still looking out for her and it wasn't fair.

He was leaving tonight.

"How much time...?" do we have still left.