He does need it, she can see that clearly now. Something inside him has been neglected for far too long, and if he can let his guard down enough to let her inside, maybe she can do something about that.

She draws his hand to her waist, just to rest on her hip, and both hands return to pet over his head. There's nothing overtly sensual about the gesture. It's just a simple touch, meant to fulfill a basic human need. To know that we're not alone in the universe, not even in our darkest moments. She steps in close, and urges his head down to rest on her shoulder. Silently telling him, he's not alone. Not if he doesn't want to be.