It was old habit to show her affection for him in that way, the months since she'd moved away from Jeopardy having no effect on the deeply ingrained instinct to do so. Little signs like that were comforting for her, and she hoped for him as well. She'd continue doing it until the day he told her to stop.

"Yes, please," she agrees with another smile and a sigh of relief. "You're so good to me, Knock Out."

She honestly doesn't know what she'd do without it, a thought which she refuses to dwell on. That churning pit of anxiety and fear cannot be allowed to resurface in the light of day when he might be able to notice. The burden she's placing on him is far too much already.

"Did you manage to get some rest?"