"I'll live," he replies, his chuckle deep and rich as it rumbles in his chest. He's gotten to know Ril enough to know that she needs contact like this, and really, what would it hurt? It's completely harmless. Probably wouldn't look harmless if someone came in, but it isn't likely to happen. People usually knock. Even Clem knocks, even if she's had a nightmare.

He presses his cheek into her hand, closing his eyes with a sigh. Yes, perhaps he needs the contact just as much. He's felt so alone...

"I'll try," he replies, letting his fingers go deep enough into her hair that he lazily massages her scalp with his fingertips, "Now sleep, Ril. I promise I'll be here when you wake up."