Finally, he couldn't stand it any more. He couldn't take the constant bombardment of affection. It was too much. It frightened him in a way that danger never could. It bothered him. Deeply. Pulling away, though the motion caused him pain, he slid to the edge of the bed, placed his feet gingerly on the floor, and pushed with his hands utnil he was able to stand straight. He was stiff after so long in bed, but he couldn't take sitting there any more. He couldn't handle the inactivity. He  began moving gingerly, pacing around the room until he stood before the window looking out.