He looks into her face and watches her every move, her expression and he feels her touch him, her hand to his when she cleans his hand and wraps the towel. He smiles, knowing she doesn't hate him, not like she pretends...and she can....she has a right....he knows....'thanks...but I'm alright' and he holds the towel himself now allowing her let go if she wished. It was nice having her sit this close to him and he tried to listen to her words in detail, but he kept trailing off, thinking about them, about their good times, the bad times.....but he did try to listen too and tried to keep his face looking at her so she would think he really was listening too. He did know how important that was to her. All he could do was smile and just look at her, while he held that towel. 'You know...I still think you have the prettiest blue eyes in the world.' And he just let his smile slip a little...