Cassian Andor

He never took long. He reemerged with his other clothes already folded, placed them in their drawer, then sat onto the bed beside her. He still always checked her face and body language before touching her, but he no longer rechecked so nervously, or insisted on explicit verbalization. He slipped under the light cover and lay down, stretching his arm under her pillow as well as his own, so it would be under her neck; and lay facing her.