[He lets her settle, allowing the tiny shock of joy at her closeness overwhelm the parts of him that wish differently. He has no choice but to be close, if she wishes it... so no use considering what would be if he did have a choice.]
[His hands reach out, hovering over her but not touching -- not yet, not unless she wishes, not unless he must (which it is, he can't tell).]
Yes. [He nearly hisses the word, restraint and need and a tinge of anxiety building quickly.]