[His hands have already slipped down to bracket her hips, but at her questions he relaxes a little against the pillow and smiles a tired smile.]

Text first. But there was too much to tell him over text. I saw him. He looks... [He sighs, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling for a long moment, linking his fingers at the small of her back again.] Young. He looks young. I know he's only a year younger than he was when I met him. Seems longer ago.