"It's still a victory." His smile widens against her teasing. "As much as I look back on that awkward experience fondly, I would very much just like to stay here, in the bed."

He cups her cheek when she leans into it, just taking a moment to look at her and marvel after how they've come back together again after so long. He still feels comfortable with her, like his truest self. Any mishaps feel as natural as sitting here with her on his lap. It might not make any sense, but being with her does.

"I feel overdressed," he says, giving her a very blatant once over. She is down to her undergarments, and he is not. She's more freckly, as previously noted, and much more toned. His free hand settles at her waist and he resists the urge to kiss her, at least until his shirt is gone too.