Slade looked at Wintergreen, and he cocked his head, "Did you put that possessive right?" Low, soft voice, as he held on to Wintergreen's shift, his other hand still wrapped close around Addie's body and waist.

"I don't know what to do. but I can't lose you. Either of you. Not like this. Not have you there, but not-there again, Addie, Wintergreen, please..."

Only complete exhaustion could ever have made him be that obvious.