*rests one hand over both of yours, lying curled on your stomach, and runs his fingertips through your hair again* *thinks he would give anything to coax you down to your skin and make love to you for the rest of the night—to remind you through sheer physical attention, maybe, how very much he adores you—but he'll content himself with this slight, simple contact (you need this and he needs you, no matter how)*
*leans his head back against the couch and gazes down at you* *gently* I'm here, babe. I'm not going anywhere.