Invitation

Khan found Jenna staring at him when he opened his eyes. The room was dark, and a glance at the wall told him that the dawn had yet to arrive. He had slept a lot, but the faint worry in Jenna's expression made him disregard that thought.

"[What is it]?" Khan asked while caressing Jenna's cheek.

Jenna closed her eyes as she immersed herself in the caress. She snuggled in Khan's palm, but she eventually took his hand to hold it firmly on her face.

"[What is it]?" Khan repeated.

"[You have seen your monsters]," Jenna whispered as she opened her eyes and reached for Khan's scar with her free hand. "[How often does that happen]?"

"[Every time I fall asleep]," Khan admitted without even considering lying.

"[I see]," Jenna sighed as she traced the scar's edges with her fingers. "[Maybe that's why you prefer Martha. It reminds you of what you can no longer be]."