He had to remind himself to keep breathing when he felt her fingers through the fabric of his shirt. Unconsciously he tugged his left sleeve down, as though that would hid what was missing. For a long minute, he just looks at her, studying her features, memorizing her face.
"I'll probably be a lot more fun to be around if I shower first," he says quietly. "Won't take me more than fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, and you can order food and pick a movie?"