He let out a long sigh and said, "You should take Beckett up on that offer to see the therapist." He really couldn't help her out here. The little affection that wraith shared between one another was often solid. No frills, no what ifs, no deeper rooted...whatever, and so on.

However, he paused.

"You were able to touch him?" he asked, a little more interested. She'd said that the first guy she'd kissed had wound up in a coma for weeks. Unless she'd stashed Sheppard's body in a closet somewhere, then he was still very much on his feet. Was their training helping her not only be able to cope with wraith but with humans too?