[With flushed cheeks, he takes her hand again, putting it on his cheek. As much as he wanted to do more -- a bigger hug? a kiss in return? maybe one on her hand? anything better than simply holding her hand?! -- he didn't have the confidence to do so]
You're welcome.
[He was to go rest, but he didn't want to let go of her hand. It was comforting as it always is.]