He moves as if to shed his jacket before remembering he isn't wearing it. He's not entirely sure what's under the coveralls he'd woken up in, so just undoes the front top fastenings without trying to remove them.

It's a relief to follow her lead. Not for the first time.

With a hesitance he'd never shown back home, he slips one arm under the pillow, to be under her neck. His other hand comes to rest, so lightly, on her ribs.