Good. Yes. He couldn't remember the last time his body sank so into the floor, without tension or ache, without even awareness of anything else, yet with him actually present in it and… not minding… elated at the fact. When he could breathe so deeply without hollowness or strain… when he felt nothing but comfort and relief. Yes, also the electricity of attraction, but not while she was unconscious, and secondary to the feeling that… this was just right.

And more than any of that, the joy of her relaxation with him, that he might be giving any of that back.

He wouldn't pretend to be asleep if she wasn't. "Mmhmm," he agreed. For a heartbeat, his arms flexed; not enough to displace her, just enough to acknowledge. Lips half-brushing the top of her head, he murmured, "Good morning."