"No. You're good," he reminds her, hand ghosting over hers on the way to the stupid cowboy jeans she's wearing. This is a well practiced dance for them, but here it's still foreign. Every feeling that's usually there is, but so are too many surfacing fears. He can only hope he'll be able to sleep tonight, even if it's for an hour. Pepper knows how useless he is without rest. "The best, actually. I need you..." He doesn't even mean in a sexual way, he just needs her close and now.