He sat up, took a mental inventory as to what needed extinguished, and after a few moments of concentration, managed to get everything under control. He fell back on the bed, breathing heavy, and rolled back over toward Star.
“That never happens when I’m here doing this by myself,” he noted dryly. He gathered himself a little more. His hand went over to her stomach, swirling slowly in counter-clockwise motions.
“If you don’t want me to go,” he said, “I’d understand.”