The hand on his forehead was comforting, but cold and he shivered a little as she moved it. "Nah, 's fine. I'm fine..." he mumbled, mostly to himself and tried to keep up with her when she hugged him. It wasn't easy and she seemed to be doing her best impression of a hummingbird with the way she was first hugging him, then guiding him back towards the bed. Or maybe it just seemed that way because it was an effort for him to move faster than a catatonic sloth. He finally made the journey to his dresser and pulled out his pajamas. He might as well take advantage of being vertical, and jeans and his leather jacket really weren't all that comfortable to sleep in. "PJs..." he mumbled in explanation and forced himself to shed the magnificent warmth of his jacket, trying not to shiver too much as he undressed. "Need PJ's."