She knows that it's not good for him to bottle things up. Besides, that she's interested in what happened. She might not remember being gone, but she missed a year of his life and she wants to catch up on that. She listens quietly, scraping the razor carefully and slowly along his skin while he speaks. By the time he's finished, she's done shaving him. She wraps a warm, damp towel over his face then wipes his skin clean. Her heart breaks knowing he couldn't sleep in their room without her. She drapes the towel over her shoulder then leans in to press a kiss against his mouth. "I'm here now. We can sleep where ever you like."