[ Her heart skips, and when it remembers to work again, it's pounding. She'd imagined something like this. What girl hadn't? Maybe even with him, once or twice, but...not in any real way.

Once, not so long ago, she'd maybe have pulled back from that touch, or tried to convince herself it wasn't that important. But after being here, after everything they've lost, she's not denying herself anything else. She nestles into his hold, closing her eyes against the pressure on her head.

Her heart skips again, at the hand against her hair, at the admission. How long? she wants to ask, but she can't quite muster it. ]

We'll make it different. If we're going to be here, then, we should make the best of it, you know?

[ And...maybe it would be easier here. To find a cure to whatever was wrong with him. But she wasn't bringing that up tonight either. ]

I don't care what we're allowed and not allowed to have. I'm tired of living under other people's rules.