"Don't be sorry..." He whispers to her sleeping form, comfortingly letting his hand move through her hair. He wanted to do so much more and help her, but it felt so wrong, like he didn't deserve to be able to help.
He smiles a little and strokes her cheeks, looking at her. Seeing as she was below him, he was bent over her, and his hair was falling beautifully in front of his eyes. He looked even more gorgeous than usual.
"Sure.. are you scared of anything? I mean, if you are then I'll try to make it easier for you... anyways, it's late and well... We should probably go ahead and get some sleep."
He took her to the bedroom and without a second thought removed his shirt and socks, lying down in the warm bed.
"And there's nothing to be scared of as long as I'm here."