[ He watches her take care of things with a vague kind of guilt over not being able to help more, as well as the fact that he is, admittedly, getting something out of the experience, when she's clearly not feeling as good about it as she looks. ]

If you're sure that's gonna be okay. I mean, I could leave you to do that or I could.. um. [ Slowly, he reaches up with his left hand, gently setting a broad warm palm around the curve of one heavy breast. ] Does that.. does that help?