"So much," he finishes her sentence for her, his hands on her back, stroking it through the fabric of his shirt, because she's not in his arms anymore, and somehow it makes it harder. "I want you so much," he tells her, moving closer to lean his brow against the back of her head, his hips safely away from hers, they don't need that. He breathes in the scent of her hair, a hand still on her back, the other one on her arm, focusing on the points of contact and not moving, not doing anything, no matter what passes through his mind, and for once he's glad for whatever limits their abilities, or he might have unwillingly passed the visions on to Caroline.