Steve watched attentively as she drank, reaching out to rub a hand along her back - before hesitating. They'd slowly been working up to a point where she didn't mind him drawing attention to it, so long as he didn't draw attention to it, but he didn't know what she'd dreamed, and didn't want to make her upset again.

He didn't quite realize the significance of her hand on the bed at first; but when he did, his face lit up with a small, pleased and oddly shy smile. Instead of taking it with his nearest hand, he reached across his body, his closer arm going up to wrap around her shoulders in a sideways embrace. He brought their clasped hands up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles. "Better?"