Once his shirt was off and he was laying down, she had to do her best not to stare at the bruises all over his torso, or the cuts over his arms and face. Instead, she reached for his pants, taking a deep breath when she saw the ruined belt still hanging from them.
Slowly and carefully, she pulled his pants out and discarded them on the floor, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and socks. It was a sight she normally welcomed, but today it brought nothing but guilt.
"Are you cold?" She asked quietly, leaving his socks on for the time being.