The warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his arms around her calmed her in a way that words never could. There was something about touch that spoke to the heart far more then any poetry or song. It wasn't anything with an underlying meaning or agenda, it was just pure, and genuine, and completely innocent, and it meant far more to her at this moment then anything else. He didn't pull away, and neither did she. It occurred to her that Mishka may have needed this assurance as much as she did, despite the fact that neither of them actually wanted to have a conversation like this. She knew it was just duct tape on the pipe, but at least it was something for now. Eventually they would have to discuss this further, but maybe they'd do it at a time when both of them were feeling relatively calm and not running high on emotions. It broke her a little inside when she heard the tone of Mishka's voice and realized how much she must have upset him as well, and she remembered that whenever Mishka was scared and trying to stay calm, he basically shut down for a few minutes, which is what he had done when he had asked her that question. The amount of time she speant thinking about herself instead of him hit her rather suddenly, and she felt incredibly guilty. 

All these months, all she'd focused on was how [i]she[/i] felt, and on what [i]she[/i] wanted. Amber had never stopped to think that just maybe Mishka was having a hard time too, which was very out of character for her and it scared her just a little bit. Usually she tried to focus on others more then herself, but it seemed as though she had lost her way.

As the familiar term of endearment left Mishka's mouth, she brushed a comforting hand through his hair and gave him a slight squeeze.  "It's okay, I'm sorry too." She responded after she had regained some of her composure. "You know I love you more then anything, right?"