"I am not," but he sat just the same. He looked up into her eyes, searching for the sense of peace that had been ripped from him. He held onto her hand, tugging it softly until she made a seat of his lap. He didn't want to ruin the moment with talking, because he knew there were heavy discussions head. He just wanted a quiet movement where his mind wasn't fighting itself in the river of pain. He just wanted a moment of escape. They'd been with each other quite a few times since that Eros' arrows had hit. It opened a door he wasn't fond to close any time soon.