Before she'd put the blanket over him, Thomas managed to remove his shirt. He left the pants on, but only because it would have been too much effort to try and get them off. He settled under the blanket, with Justine pressed against him, and he didn't move right away. He just relaxed, letting the feeling of being home soak into his bones.
His Hunger nibbled at Justine's life force. He didn't try to stop it from happening. He trusted that he wouldn't go too far, or she'd stop him before he went too far. She knew he was weak, and as much as he appreciated the cheese and crackers, that wasn't what he needed.