He does. And that's probably why it doesn't bother her as much as it should. She's more worried about his safety in these situations than the fact that he's screwing other people.

And she hates that he can make her laugh when she's worried.

It's not until he pulls her back with him that she realizes how cold she really is. Lydia curls into his side, resting her head against his chest and draping an arm across his stomach. He actually is really good at cuddling. And she needs this. She needs it just as much as he does. She missed him.

"You know the scar on my side? I know you remember it. Why haven't you ever asked where I got it?"