Jone finds him in the dark as soon as she can. Hands snake around his middle, feeling his body close to hers. She's pleased he didn't pick out a shirt. He doesn't need one. If he can get away with it, he shouldn't ever wear one.

She slots himself close to his back, legs tangling with his. Another gentle kiss to his ear, and a promise.

"I won't stay long. I just-..." She had decided to explain herself, and now it feels very hollow. Would she be so hesitant, if he spoke more? She's suddenly certain she wouldn't be, and that spurs her on. She won't be boxed in by his habits. "I need this."

She hides her face in the nape of his neck, breathing him in.