*realizes, almost as an afterthought, that his headache's gone down a few notches (whether that's due to the drugs or to your kisses, he doesn't know and doesn't care)*
*just as idly realizes that if he had half a brain, you and he would both be naked by now; it's been weeks, months even, and you're warm and your breath is quick and wanting already (alive, so alive)*
*fingers the hem of your T-shirt in bewilderment, feeling as though he's missed a step somewhere* Doc...