They lay in bed with the TV on, neither speaking. They ignored the rerun, lost as they were in their own insecurities.
He felt unsatisfactory, inadequate, failed. It wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying himself; he just didn’t have that same urge to go the distance and so worried she was unsatisfied.
She was worried she wasn’t pretty, or that she was doing something wrong. She was satisfied, but felt like he wasn’t and she didn’t know what to do about it.
So they both laid there, personally satisfied with the experience, but terrified they had left the other person wanting.