“That’s perhaps akin to telling me not to, I don’t know, be fixated with fear.” He paused. “Or to stop loving you.” There’s a slight change in his voice with the last sentence and Jonathan tries to hide it.
Pamela pauses, feeling a slight twinge of guilt as she realizes that his loneliness is caused by her absence. “I love you. I will be home soon.” The slight slurring of his words is thick on his lips, and the realization that he’d been drinking dawned on her. “I promise, Jonathan. I love you with everything I am.”
He’s silent for a moment, trying to think through the fog, and his eyes trail to the mostly empty wine bottle on the table. “I know…I know.” His eyes screw shut. “I’ll wait up for you.”