[ He draws a shaky breath as the clothes start to come off in earnest, a little bit of nerves making themselves known. It is too much too fast, but when have they not gone by that strategy? Maybe it would be better to just push through it, second thoughts be damned for now. It's not like he doesn't want her — he does, with heat and desperation that just barely trumps the long wet days of grief. ]
Okay. [ Breathlessly he kicks his pants off the bed, reaching for her as he rolls over onto his back. ]