He sucks in a breath and finds he can't exhale, not until her forehead comes against his and her fingers squeeze back tight. Then it comes back in a sharp rush, sounds almost like a laugh.

That's a Yes.

He can't kiss her. He can't say the Right Words. Maybe sliding carefully off the bed, clutching her hands against his lips and not minding the creasing of his pants, Counts as a 'thank you thank you thank you.'