All he was thinking about was a sense of normal. And it is normal right now in a way he didn't think of. They can sit and be frank in various states of undress. Cuddling and body contact would have been prefered. Matt sits up a little more.

His hand is her's to take. Matt curls his fingers around hers to make up for any touch they're not having for now. His eyes skim the air around her face, following her words and lip movements. "You have me. I have you. And... whatever else comes to us, with us will." That's not what she saying, or what she's asking of him. "Why do you say can't like it's an absolute, honey? Like there'd be no way at all?"