[Instead of withdrawing, she lets their fingers weave together, entwining easily. Even if she never says so, she appreciates his patience; she’s not easy to get along with at the best of times, and bringing any kind of romance into the equation complicate things— but he’s always patient, always understanding, always seems to be aware that this is a challenge for her despite her own feelings.

She can’t help but hope it won’t always be that way. She wants things to be easier. She wants to be able to give him what she feels like he deserves, not just expect him to settle for what little she is able to give without stepping out of her comfort zone.

His response draws her immediate attention; for a moment, she looks alarmed, but laughter follows, warm and without it’s usual edge.]

You’re really serious.

[Of course he is.]

You don’t… ever get tired of saying nice shit about me, seems like.

[Sometimes she thinks he should. She’s not a very nice person, by her own measure.]

… I like spots with you in them, too. That- came out stupid.