He shifts enough to take the water and medicine. He's not used to this, not used to being taken care of or having someone around to take care of him. It's, nice. It makes him want to ask her to stay, to curl around her and sleep for weeks.

Instead, he just reached up to run their way over the back of her hand, caressing it.

"Thank you." It's not that he doesn't love her. He loves her more then he thought he could love anyone since Coralee, he's merely not entirely sure how to express it. The words 'I love you' seem too cheap somehow.