Hobbling into the bedroom, he dropped his cane in a nearby chair as he shrugged off his jacket. "Yeah...even washed my hands," he said, wiggling his fingers in the air. Toeing off his shoes, he walked over to the bed to stand in front of her, his fingers combing through her hair lightly. What he wouldn't give for his leg to not hurt for just one night. Taking hold of the hem of his shirt, he peeled it off over his head, then began to unfasten his jeans.