Groaning a little he was saddened when she stopped leaving him hungry for more. Standing up straight he frowned still appearing to want, but guessing it won't happen for now, "Why did you have to go get yourself hurt?" he mocked her playfully, smirking though, he climbed into the bed next to her and whispered, "I can't touch, but I can sure hold." with that he pulled his laptop on to the bed and placed it so it was in front of both of them, bringing up an old movie from Golden Age of Hollywood.<br/><br/>As he watched with her, he held her close, stroking her arm and cheek, watching how she would react to this experience, the movie being something she probably never seen. Being a Romantic and for some reason feeling symbolic he had chosen Casablanca, guessing she would understand why, but also enjoy the experience.<br/><br/>The movie played on as they simply sat back, occasionally he would look at her and one time he whispered, "It sad that it's all been taken, but at least now you can see it."<br/><br/>She would shush him, and he would simply grin and let it go on.