This time, there was no denying that Mary Jane laughed, though there wasn't anything particularly amused about it. She ought to have expected as much from him, she knew, but tempting as it was to listen to him and try, her own needs didn't matter half as much as his at a time like this. Not being able to touch him like she wanted to was something that was going to take a hell of a lot of getting used to, but it wouldn't have been worth the risk to do otherwise.

"You have four broken ribs," she pointed out quietly, her voice remarkably steady, all things considered, "two broken fingers and a broken leg, a shoulder you dislocated..." There was more, of course, but she didn't doubt he knew that, and she wouldn't have felt right just listing off all his various injuries. "I could hurt you. No, I would hurt you, and then they probably wouldn't let me keep staying here. They'd kick me out, and then what would you do with yourself?"

As far as attempts at levity went, this one failed miserably, but it was something, at least, especially given that she hadn't yet managed to fully stop crying. With months of this ahead of them, though, it would do her no good to let it upset her in front of him.