His focus is somewhere past her knees and feet, on the other side of the room - but he's not thinking of anything in particular.

(Other than the feeling of her nails combing over his scalp.)

There's a straight scar behind his right ear, hidden by his hairline, skin still tough to the touch. It's not long, but it's obvious it was deep enough to hurt when he got it a few years back.

His breathing is slow and even - he's relaxed, by her touch.

"Y'feelin' alright?"