Smiling up at him, she reaches a hand out to stroke his cheek, then traces her fingers down the front of his chest. "Thanks for helping me out," she whispers. "You're... really good at this." Her eyes meet his, and there's something in them that he can't quite decipher. It makes him feel both powerful and protective at the same time.
He leans down to kiss her softly on the lips, then rolls off her and stands up. "Get some rest,"
As Jenna rests I give her a sponge bath cleaning up our mess.
"I will." She watches him from where she lies on the bed, absently tracing patterns on the sheet with her fingers. "Thanks again, Norman," she says softly before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Later that night, as Jenna sleeps soundly, Norman sneaks back into his room, careful not to wake her up. He can't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt coursing through him.