Sadly, it does make it hard because he knows what she looks like under her clothing. He knows what she feels like. So, he'll just lay over here alone. When she comes back out, he holds out his hand. He wants to hold her hand for just a moment, to feel her against him in some way.

He settles down on the bed, the pain meds doing their job and dragging him to sleep.

When he wakes up in the morning, though, there's no stopping him. He slips the suppressor on and then slips into bed with his wife. He kisses down her neck to her shoulder. "Good morning." He whispers.