[and he's nuzzling back, blindly, instinctively, needing that contact even if he's afraid to reach for it and doesn't feel that he deserves it]

I thought I'd lost you for good ... you and the baby ...

[another hard tremor]

For a while I didn't think we'd ever find you ... I mean--how do you find one person in all of time and space ... [a weak, sad laugh] And everything was still in our room, all your things, your clothes, and--and the bed still smelled like you--

[probably he'll be mortified and disgusted with himself for saying all this later, for being so weak in front of her, but the words are just spilling out now and he can't shut up]