She looked at the empty space next to her, quietly running through a mental list of the places he would probably be. Every time he wasn't asleep next to her in the morning, it was because he had done something incredibly stupid and harmful the night before, usually to himself, but sometimes to others as well. It just so happened that he also went to the same handful of places to do these things, something she was lucky to find after the sixth time she had awoken to the cold of the Canadian mornings without his perpetual warmth to heat her through and through.