Always - always he needed this, needed to kiss her, touch her, connect with her in a way he didn't connect to anyone else. The stitches on his side had come out, though he could still feel where they were, they weren't enough to stop him picking her up so she could wrap herself around him. Nothing was going to stop him touching her when she put it like that, with such urgency, urgency he felt in his core, rushing out to meet hers. "I love you so fucking much," he growled against her mouth, sliding his hands beneath her pyjama top to pull it off and throw it away, letting her do the same to his as he carried her toward her bedroom. "So fucking much."