It feels good-- not just the weight of his hands or how his fingers sift soothingly through the cropped ends of her hair-- but this, all of it. Him beside her slack and smitten with all the noise of the world outside their window boxed out of the picture entirely. Her eyes lid, one breath pulled in through her nose and let out when she turns to rub the side of her head across his palm.

"You could stay."

Topic change, and it comes natural as anything after the lengthy silence in between breaths.