He watched her move towards him, and just set his arm around her shoulders as she laid against him. He traced his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head, before sighing and leaning back against the couch. He smiled and shrugged, "I think you look absolutely beautiful. And that's honest."
He then shook his head and rested his cheek against her head, "No, you don't have to make breakfast. You've had a rough day. Here I can make breakfast for you, get you started off right, if you'd like. I have no problem doing that. I'm not the greatest cook but I bet I could manage."
Perhaps he'd be confusing her again, doing his best to make her see that he didn't expect anything from her in that sort of way. he didn't believe in 'traditionalist' roles, but only that they were meant to be there for each other, nothing more, nothing less. And he was trying to be there for her right now.