mmmm blanket bundles

[It's totally cliché, but when she reaches out (into his head), he feels almost relieved; comforted like a missing piece of a puzzle has slotted into place. He makes room for her in his mind like she's always been there, moving aside so she can fit around him the way he's let her fit around the rest of his life.

He leans a little into her shoulder but doesn't take her hand, doesn't turn to look at her, nothing. Just a quiet press of his arm against hers.]

No. [Also aloud, because this is something that requires the precision of words, not the slideshow of feelings that flashes through their minds.] We'll both be benched until this is sorted out.

[Only then does his hand shift against the cold bathroom tile, sliding over to curl his fingers around hers.]