Terrence couldn't even begin to describe the feeling of her touching him again, after everything that had happened today. A lot of it, overwhelmingly, was relief, but with the largest emotional problem gone, he became aware of the rest, until he thought he might collapse from sheer emotional exhaustion. His current physical state wasn't helping, either.
But she gave him strength, the way she always did, relighting the fire inside him that kept him going. His arms went around her, one hand tangling in her hair as the other fisted in her shirt over the small of her back. He didn't want to go, either, he wanted nothing else than to be right here, kissing her like his life depended on it, which felt really damn close to the truth.
Finally he broke the kiss, resting his head against the curve of her neck, even though the position made his bruised (possibly cracked) ribs ache. Or was that the lingering feeling of them hurting from when she'd seen him at the tavern, not an actual bruise? He had no clue.
Slowly flexing his fingers to release her hair, he took her hand and placed it over his heart, where he'd gotten the letter E tattooed on his skin. "Staying right here," he said, not entirely coherent, but with feeling. "And I will kill anyone who suggests I want to do anything else, even if I run the risk of it looking like something it's not."
He was probably saying much more than he should, especially since she'd already decided to forgo other words, but he couldn't quite stop himself. It mattered to him that she was upset, and it was important that she understand he'd done the exact opposite of what she believed. He would never hold it against her for letting her jealous imagination run away from her, even if she didn't believe him when he explained; it was his job to make sure she knew he was hers (aggressively, violently so), and if he couldn't convince her of the truth, that was entirely his fault.
Tomorrow he'd have to take care of the body that had caused all this fuss, and he'd have to go shopping for clothes. Unless, of course, she wanted to spend the rest of the week in bed, which sounded really damn good to him right now. Maybe he could take off work to get over his parents' deaths (for different reasons than he'd be telling the public, of course) and they could spend the time making each other feel better.