He stood in silence in the kitchen, bracing his hands on the wall and bending forward, stretching his muscles, trying to still his thoughts. He still tingled all over, burning with feelings he hadn't felt for years. Finally standing straight again, he picked up a glass, went to fill it from the water pump, and carried the pill bottle and glass over to her side.<br/><br/>He was unable to fully meet her eyes as she leaned down, offering the glass of water to her, and setting the pill on the table beside her. His voice was genuine, warm, and caring as he asked, "How are you feeling? How is the pain?"