He watched her lay down, having remained still with his eyes turned down the entire time. When she finally fell silent and lay down he looked over at her and looked over her resting form, along her hips and waist and shoulders. He stood still for a moment before he let the towel drop and turned to dig into his drawers, taking out a pair of shorts to pull on over his naked body. He climbed quietly into bed with her and put his hand on her back, up by her shoulder.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry."<br/><br/>His voice was soft and plaintive. "Really. I am. I know I was out of line there." He moved in closer toward her, his hand sliding up and down her back a little. "Try to look at it from my perspective, though. Not the anger, that's nothing you should put yourself in, but the reasoning behind it. I came so unthinkably close to losing you forever, Malia. Closer than I like to think about. I love you. I love you more than I love myself, more than anything else in the world. I go a little crazy when I think about you hurting, or in danger, or doing something that might seem dangerous or foolish or just." He sighed and shook his head and leaned in to kiss her other shoulder. "I didn't mean to hurt you, is the point. I'm sorry, and I love you."