[ There's not condemnation for the way he touches her, no reprimand or move to shy away, her expression just grows a little more tender and she wonders when things started to feel real again. It feels less confusing to be touched by him. Those old memories are there but they don't feel as confusing as they did before, it's easier to separate how she feels about him now from how she 'felt' about him then.]

I'm okay. [ She lets out a breath before she continues with a more honest answer.] A little shaken up and I was a mess earlier but I'm better now. [ She squeezes his hand with her own, having kept it.

She glances towards the kitchen, looking almost bemused.] I'm good, I sucked down a few bags when I got home. [ The fact she says it so casually should be a sign of her trust in him, the comfort she takes in the fact that he isn't... thrown off by all of it.

Her cheeks flush for no reason at all and she tilts her head towards the living room. ] Do you want to stay for a drink? Or a game of charades or just... for any reason at all?