"Shush," he told her simply. He wasn't taking arguments. He relaxed easily, watching the rain outside, listening to every drop. Eventually, his eyes closed, allowing his other senses to take over in the face of the storm. He was already so comfortable with her, thanks to her lack of judgement on his past, that he was content and thought nothing of how he held her.
Eventually, she began to hear him humming again, some simple song she'd never heard before, different from earlier that morning. Though he was quiet, his voice was rich and low, like the lowesr strings of a mandolin or a guzheng. He was at perfect peace and enjoying her company.