[Though one hand is broken, and the other occupied, he rubs the side of his functional one against her back. It wasn't easy, it wouldn't be easy- but if she wanted to remain close, he wouldn't push her away.]

Or a lot of everything, given any opportunity. Lively doesn't even begin to cover it. [An attempt at long-suffering, though the edge of fondness there is hard to disguise, as he sighs against her hair.] Any help would be appreciated. There will no doubt be a great deal to manage.