The finger-twining, lovingly meant as it was, made him emit a pained little sound, and he switched sides so he could let her have his good hand. The non-swollen one without the sore knuckles and joints. Stopping in front of his bed, he moved to stand closely behind her, then leaned in to press a kiss to the back of her head with a sigh. "Do me a favor and don't talk?" he muttered quietly, his hands moving to rest lightly on her shoulders. Whatever they had to say to each other about what had happened could wait until a time where he didn't feel as exposed as he did right now.

His hands skimmed down her arms to the hem of her shirt, then slowly began to ease it off her, his lips still pressed against her hair. There was nothing sexual about the way he slowly undressed her, sensual perhaps, but this wasn't about getting off. It was much more simple than that; he just wanted to be as close to her as possible without anything separating them.