Having his arms around her was a blessing in and of itself, and he needed very little encouragement to slide his arms around her waist, holding her. He couldn't say he'd ever had the same relationship with touch that Boyd had. Whether or not it seemed comforting had everything to do with the person, and Boyd was one of the few people with whom it didn't feel like an invasion. It was the absolute opposite, with her.
He watched her close her eyes. "You do?" he asked, no louder than her. "Because...I didn't." Not the most articulate response in the world, but it would have to do. He tried to keep how badly he wanted what she said to be true out of his voice.