He just stayed within her reach, he likes feeling her super close to him. No matter how happy he is at any given time, at any given place, with any given person, there's a tightness in his chest that only she can relieve. "What you mean, you pretending you want to wing woman me at some bar, get me drunk, and sneak into my bed?"
he teased, their memories of good times aren't innocent and pure and all that. It's them talking about sex, rating their dates or whatever. Hardly innocent but it was real, they were themselves. He can't say the same about himself right now because as much as he loves Charity, he knows in himself that he tries his hardest to be a better version of himself, a more appropriate husband-to-be, a more deserving one.