"I can thing of a few things we could do, yeah," he says, pulling his wide eyes again. "Bowling, ice skating, hiking-- Oh, shit, all stuff I can't do right now. But oh, right, the practicing." The pain meds are definitely in full force now, his leg feels a hell of a lot better, but he's only got one thing on his mind. He brings the hand on his chest to his lips before tugging softly until she's back in his lap. "Isn't this just like, so much more comfortable?" he asks as he reaches under her shirt to brush his fingers against her skin.

This is much better, in his humble opinion, and he wouldn't care if the entire city walked in on them like this other than the fact that it would be one hell of an irritating interruption. Okay, so maybe he would definitely care, he likes it better just the two of them here like this, all cozy and close. He's being a little selfish, he knows, enjoying having her here to himself when she's surely got a million better things to do, but he's not about to argue with it when it's... well, sitting in his lap.