"Oh, Merry. I don't care about my stuff, I care about you," he said as firmly as he could while he was still crying. He was so touched she had wanted to be near him so badly she had slept in his bed like they used to when they were kids. "You can touch any of it you want. Just maybe...don't look too closely at my browser history?" then he tried to make a silly face, but winced when it pulled at his stitches. "Ow, that was exceedingly dumb."