He shrugged, not really in the mood to fish for an argument. Whatever she'd have to say, he'd never hear it then. He took her hand and brushed his fingers along hr skin, trying to get her warmer. He didn't like how cold it felt.
"As I miss you. You know that." He had an idea where this was going but didn't say anything. He didn't want her to think he didn't want her around. He did. It just tended to end in catastrophe.