Roxanna woke up some time later, feeling warm and loved. Blinking open her eyes, she noticed sunlight was streaming in her room, and she smiled as she breathed in deeply. Trying to sit up, she found that she was held firmly in place by a pair of strong arms circled around her waist, holding her locked to the chest of Henrik. Her smile widened as she reached up to stroke his face, her fingertips tickled by the stubble on his chin. There was something so free and open about him in this time before he was awake, and she relished this moment, not knowing if there would be any more like it in the future.

He came awake in stages, his grip loosening slightly as his eyes began to dart back and forth beneath his eyelids. Suddenly, she didn't want him to wake up, because that would break the bubble surrounding them. The real world would come flooding back in when he woke up, and that meant she would have to acknowledge the fact that by calling him to her, she had effectively derailed any progress he might be making in his own recovery from depression. "I don't want you to see this side of me, Henrik," she said softly before leaning in and kissing his lips softly.

He let out a soft groan and Roxanna pulled away a little to watch his eyes blink open. A soft smile curved his lips up, and it was in that moment she saw that his glasses were missing, and that it softened him a little. Reaching out, she cupped his cheek and ran her thumb back and forth as their breathing synced. "Good morning, Roxanna. I think your sleep was a little less troubled, since you didn't wake up with a nightmare."

"Yes, there is that. Do you want to head down to breakfast? There's a pretty good spread that they put out here, and it's included with the room. And then I could show you my favourite place here. It's by the water, and I get to watch the boats on the lake, and just disappear for a while."

He frowned a little as he ran his hand up and down her back. "I don't like hearing my coping mechanisms come from your lips, because those never really helped me move on from the grief that kept pulling me down. My therapist has been working with me on taking concrete steps to move on from the weight of what Fredrik did and how I lost him. And how we lost David and Raf. I was trying to keep my sorrow from touching you, since it seemed like you were so close to the precipice. However, I think that that may have done more harm than good."

"Oh, you could never hurt me, Henrik. I was the one terrified of causing you to take on too much, that by caring for me, I would tip you over into the despair I was drowning in. I would never want to derail your recovery by asking you to join me in this great depression I've found myself consumed by. The media has romanticized it so much, that we are tortured souls looking for our genius by ignoring the warning signs. I thought, if one of us could get better, could move on, then it would be all right in the end. Even if I watched from the shadows."

Roxanna started to cry a little once more, and Henrik tightened his arms around her as he murmured low words of encouragement in her ear. As she drew in a shuddery breath, feeling in control once more, he stilled his hand on her back before starting to speak once more. "We have both been so incredibly blind, haven't we, Roxanna? If only we had turned to each other more, perhaps we wouldn't have had to endure quite so much sorrow. There's even a proverb in Sweden for what we should have done – shared sorrow is half sorrow."

"Serena called me a numpty," she muttered, feeling him stifle a chuckle. "Go ahead, laugh, we both know she's right."

"Then I must be a numpty, too, since I pushed you away as I did. But I really wish that you would dismiss the notion that my helping you would have pulled me down. Together, we can swim through this black sea we find ourselves in right now." He smiled against her cheek before pulling away from her and slipping off the bed. "Now, I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed, and then we can head down to breakfast?"

She was so grateful to have him take charge in that moment that she nodded, watching him grab his bag and head into the bathroom. Roxanna waited until she heard the water running before she got out of bed, rummaging through her suitcase to find a nice outfit to wear for Henrik. Pulling out her navy skirt, she smiled and then grabbed her red flowered blouse and navy tights along with a fresh set of underwear. It didn't take her too long to change, and then she was taking a seat on the bed and brushing her hair before applying a thin layer of lip gloss, hoping that he wouldn't mind her bare face.

Twenty minutes later, Henrik reemerged wearing a navy suit and white shirt, and she smiled a little to see that he had forgone a tie, the first buttons of the shirt undone, giving him an almost carefree look. Letting out a soft sigh, she picked up her purse and then made for the door. Henrik held it open for her as they stepped out into the hall, and then he was reaching out to take hold of her hand, the gentle touch soothing her immensely. "Roxanna?"

"Yes?

"I really would like you to come home with me. I've purchased us both tickets to head back to Holby in three days. You don't have to return to work right away, if you don't feel like you are ready for that, but I need to have you near me. I missed you, even though I didn't reach out to you, since I thought you didn't want to hear from me. I was content to give you space and time, assuming that you would reach out to me when you were ready."

He broke off his words as they passed by another guest, and she squeezed his hand to let him know that he had been heard. As soon as they were alone again, she turned her face up to his and gave a small smile to him as she nodded. "I think I am ready to come home. I realized whilst I was here that I wasn't meant to be alone, that was just making things worse for me. There have been some very kind people who have reached out to me, who saw that I was sad, and cared enough to try and alleviate that, even though I don't know them." Pursing her lips a little, she drew in a deep breath through her nose, feeling his hand squeeze hers this time. "The house has been so empty lately…"

"Then come round to mine, or Serena's. I know she wouldn't mind having a pair of arms to hold a baby. Gwen is a bit of a handful at times, from what I've gathered."

"All right," she whispered, drifting closer to his side, not minding when he let go of her hand to wrap his arm loosely around her waist as they entered the breakfast room. The comfortability of the embrace told her that she was making the right decision by agreeing to come home, and even though there was a lot of work to do before she was okay, she knew that there would be people who supported her as she really took to heart that it was okay to not be okay. And that Henrik would be by her side was probably the most reassuring thing of all, since he was the stitch to her blade.