"Jess..." Claire kept her eyes closed, and there was more breath than voice in the single word. She understood he felt sorry; he had a more hang-dog expression than any forlorn creature in the Babylon Humane Society. That was part of the reason why she was so compelled to try and make everything better for him.
"It's over now," she said after a moment, her voice soft. Claire flipped off the stove and set the skillet on a cold burner. She didn't want to fight the distraction of the warm moisture left on her neck. A fire other than fatigue always flared with his touch, and it had little to do with romance - though that did tend to turn up the heat. But right now didn't really seem like the time.
"Tell y'what," she continued, balancing the last pancake on the spatula to put it on the plate on the table. Then, looked up at him, brows raised in honesty. "You can make it up to me however you want, but I don't think either one of us wants to talk about it."