[Clara soothes her free hand over his back, into his hair, easing through each jolt and shudder, until he falls still against her chest. One pounding heart, one pair of panting lungs, one sweat-slick body between the two of them. She holds close, trying to share the afterglow, trying to feel everything she can.]

... Jesus, you're heavy. [At least for a few moments. She laughs, and uses the hand over his heart to try to roll them over.]