[ It wasn't her fault. His hand brushes the moisture away, wiping it off on the pillow before reaching back to push the hair out of her face. He then has a clear place to put a light kiss on her forehead, leaving his other hand on her cheek.
And then he started humming. It was something he didn't quite have the tune right on, but it was all he could do to fill in the silence, before the sound of the machines could invade the empty space. For once, he didn't want it to be so quiet in here ... the quiet almost hurt. ]