and on...

As soon as Dwane came to himself, he jumped back, out of reach of her sensibility. Even now, he couldn’t risk her feeling him, especially because he hadn’t been able to fully explain this fact to her yet, even if it meant landing roughly onto his backside. It was frustrating that they never had much time for conversation, so every time he tried to tell her that she would have to try to find a way to help him, it ran out. This time, however, the interval had been a little longer than the last time, he suddenly realized. Perhaps the next time he tried he’d be able to impart everything he knew about him and her.
He was dragged out of his thoughts when Stella sighed, murmuring something and turning to her other side, but not waking up as abruptly as the last time he had contacted her. And maybe her tolerance is increasing, too.He’d have to wait for another night.