[ Jesse laughs and leans his head back against hers, feeling a hard knot of anxiousness start to loosen in his chest. It will take time to get back to that easy way they once had with each other, if they ever get there again at all. A place where they understand each other so instinctively that words hardly need to even be said. Maybe then he'll know what to do to keep from hurting her again.

... Then again, they had apparently been crushing on each other for God knows how long back then, so it clearly had not been a perfect system. ]

Deerington has a way of doin’ that. You want to hate it, but then it goes and somehow makes somethin’ like this happen. And then gives you a weird picture of it after.

[ He nudges her gently, clearly not too invested in making her move. ]

Hey, your turn. Go pick out one of those boxes.