Teagan reached out and ran his hand through John's hair affectionately. She had no idea what to do. Comfort or tenderness wasn't in her repertoire normally. Her default wasn't reaction wasn't just to tell someone to suck it up, but she normally avoided playing the comfort. She had a hard time knowing what to do.
She glanced at the bed, feeling a small blush creep onto her cheeks. Part of her was dying to crawl into bed beside him, but there was the part that told her, even in his state, it was a bad idea. She'd regret it. "Do you want me to?" she asked, hesitate.