After a few minutes of wiggling, I finally got Rocco to wake up. His eyes were bleary and exhausted, and I felt bad for making him get up immediately afterward.

“Let me grab some food, you can head up to bed,” I told him, squeezing his hand.

“I’m supposed to be feeding you,” Rocco mumbled, attempting to stand up. He stumbled and I ducked under his arm, grabbing him around the waist. His arm draped over my shoulders. “Thanks.”

“Yep.” I helped him over to the barstools and ...