[ Staring openly for a moment, Lighter looks caught between a quiet flare of surprise and like he knows he probably deserved that. His lips quirk slightly. Cheeky. ]

I'd say will do, but that might be easier said than done here. I feel like I used up whatever luck I had just waking up here next to you.

[ He knows sitting up is the right thing to do as he does so, the crisp, soft hotel sheets rustling over snarls of scar tissue running every which way, but he still thinks... the cradle of her hands was better. He swallows down the notion before it really coalesces, settling it square in his gut. ]

So, thank you.