"I'll get pissed about it later," Denny said. "Right now? I'm kind of glad I have the chance to touch you." He hadn't reached out to grab her hand yet. His hands were balled into fists to keep him from doing so. He knew a big public show of emotion wouldn't be a good thing. He'd jeopardized her career once. He was going to try and not do it again, if he could help it.
"That's good." He guessed her new boss didn't know their history. And that was probably a good thing, too.
"Izzie." When they were in his new room - a room that looked a little too much like his old room for comfort - he picked himself up and got off the stretcher. He moved on his own, and couldn't bring himself to sit at his bed just yet. He took a step toward her. "It's okay," he said, reaching out to take her hand. He noticed that the blinds weren't closed and told himself they needed to be before they got too touchy. It was a little obvious that Izzie was a little preoccupied, so Denny tried to think with his head.