Since he wasn't completely sure what he should (or shouldn't) make of her curling up against him, he tried not to consider the things he thought it might (or might not) mean. Because it didn't matter tonight. She'd had a rough day and he wasn't going to do anything -- despite parts of his brain insisting otherwise. Normally, maybe, in another time, another place, this might be an opportunity. Tonight, it wasn't.
He worried too that he was too chilly for her, and slightly less worried she'd wind up being too warm for him. It was funny to joke about that with April, but less funny when it came to an actual non-temperature affected being he might (okay did) want to get close to.
But he could worry about all of that tomorrow. Later. This wasn't about him, right now. It might not be about him for a while, and that was okay. "Well, I've got plenty of those," he said quietly. "Pretty sure we can figure out how to transfer them and we can borrow movies from Tris and Doug. They've got loud movies too," he added, his voice loud enough to be heard over the movie, but not much louder. "Loud movies until we're done with them," he added with a little smile, shifting slightly to gaze down at her. To take it all in while not thinking about any of it. The what-ifs, the maybes. Later. That could all come later.