He pushed himself up to lean against the pillows when she said that, because it felt too weird laying down with someone sitting beside you, trying to have a serious conversation. But he really didn't want to do this now, for lots of reasons. One of those being that she looked like a gentle breeze would knock her over.
"You're exhausted, Heather." She couldn't deny that. "Maybe we should just talk about this tomorrow." He just realised he'd acknowledged her point that something was up. Which he hadn't meant to do. Shit. Still, he could talk his way around it. Rearranging his pillows he shuffled down on to his side again, hand curled under the pillows edge, assuming she was doing the same.