*lingers in the doorway for a moment and indulges a sharp twist of absolute grief (why, why?), biting the inside of his lip* *swallows hard before entering the room, padding softly to your bedside*
*can't miss the way you're hunching in yourself, hiding your face* *also notices that you've torqued the IV line at what's got to be an uncomfortable angle, flopped over like that*
*without a word, reaches out to gently pull more slack on the various tubes and wires attached to you*