[the breaths he takes continues to press against her arms. His entire body hurts--his arse, his legs, his arms from leaning on them too long, his back from being in an odd position, his muscles from the strain of being tensed while crying. His face is a mess and so is his shirtsleeve--and he CAN feel that damp spot on his back, and for some reason it's oddly comforting rather than something to make him feel worse, knowing that Amy cried too]
Amy, I--
[he's not even really sure what he wants, or is trying to ask of her. He shifts a little, and pins and needles shoot down his leg as feeling returns to it. It's still unfamiliar and jarring, feeling these physical things. Sighing heavily again, he shifts one more time and, again, seems to tangibly withdraw into himself. He changes he subject]
no subject
Amy, I--
[he's not even really sure what he wants, or is trying to ask of her. He shifts a little, and pins and needles shoot down his leg as feeling returns to it. It's still unfamiliar and jarring, feeling these physical things. Sighing heavily again, he shifts one more time and, again, seems to tangibly withdraw into himself. He changes he subject]
Come on, let's--um--let's get off this floor ...