Hi. [He turns his face into her palm a little, leaning into her touch like a cat being petted. His smile curls against the heel of her palm and he chuckles softly, lifting his eyebrows a little.] Just a bit. It'll heal.

I didn't mean to wake you. [He knew he would anyway, so it wasn't like he had been trying to prevent it, but he liked how she looked when she was sleeping; quiet, peaceful, so achingly beautiful he had to fight the urge to take a photo of her with his phone to keep with him at all times. He presses a little kiss to the meat of her thumb, his hand settling at the dip of her waist, his fingers curling in the fabric of her robe.]

You came home ahead of schedule, I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow. [It's a half-apology for...not having anything planned to welcome her back, no dinner, no present, he hadn't even been around. Not that he thinks she'd particularly care, but still.]