He strokes her face with one hand.  "I'll buy you new ones."  He scoops her up in his arms, and carries her over to the bed, sliding the jeans off her damp legs.  He lays against her, holding her, burying his damp face into her neck as he squeezed her close to him.  Taking physical comfort from her closeness, her warmth.  Trying to blot out all the ugliness and pain, and just *be* here with her.