Their reunion was without kiss, without skin on skin contact. He wouldn't dare to harm her, if he could help it. It was a near thing, his love for her ten fold, to be near her again, to have her in his arms. he wanted badly to kiss her, to feel her skin, but to do so would send them both into fits of agony, and while he would deem it worth the pain, Justine might not agree.
He settled for holding her, the barrier of clothing keeping them safe from the burn of true love. His gloved hands moved through her hair, though she couldn't do the same for him. He was, for a moment, over come with emotion and unable to find words to speak.
He was grateful for both Harry and Mouse, for their part in finding Justine. They had found her, without incident. That hardly meant they were in the clear, but it seemed possible, now.
His eyes trailed over to the room service cart, and he smiled. He gloved fingers traced the line of her lips. "You must be hungry." He was, in more ways than one. being close to her unleashed a new restlessness in his Hunger, the beast just beneath the surface. She had once been his primary feed, and his beast longed to taste her once more.