He shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around her. "We'll figure it out." He managed to sound much more confident than he felt. Denny honestly had no idea how they'd fix him this time. He wasn't even sure he was on a transplant list here. And he couldn't let Izzie steal another heart for him. "And I'll be okay. We'll be okay." He breathed in deep in order to get the scent of her back into his nose. Her shampoo was a much nicer smell than that of the hospital.
His hands found their way to the small of her back and rested there. Denny didn't want to move away and he didn't want to let her go. Ever. He planted a soft kiss at the spot where her jaw met her ear. "I think I might need you to kiss me first, before we do anything else," he whispered.