He never once let go of her hand even while they ventured room to room, stealing little kisses randomly to still feel her presence there with him. Her hand wasn't enough, he'd lost his grip before.
Orpheus liked their time alone, the more comfortable he'd grown with it. He still cried when they made love if only because it was still new. He had never been with another person since. He'd made himself celibate. A punishment for even having loved anyone at all. He couldn't ever love anyone as much as he did Eurydice.