Making a contented little sound at the hand in his hair, he smiled when she told him she'd missed him just as much as he had her. "Haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he admitted quietly, holding onto her once they reached the bed. For a second, he considered picking her up to lay her down beside him, but quickly discarded the idea when the mere thought of it seemed to make his muscles protest. Instead, he lay down and got under the blissfully warm covers, then reached out for her to get in with him. All he wanted right now was just to hold her for a while and get a few more hours of sleep. If she was next to him, he might even stop feeling so achy and sore all over, or at the very least be able to ignore it.