[His imagination is very much in the throes of running wild with this. Trying to have normal thoughts and not completely unrealistic ones about shared smiles and soft looks and kisses in hair is like trying to hold back water in an overflowing dam. This water has been pooling for most of their journey! It's already full to bursting! It's going to explode.]

Ha! Yeah, it pretty much is.

[Siffrin's expectations for cuddling help snuff out the fuse, a gentle reminder that reality is much slower than all that. Less rushing river and more steady creek. And as Siffrin tucks their hand into his, that sort of feels like his "cue" to wrap things up.]

That's tonight figured out. [He threads his fingers through his, palm pressed to leather, and shoots him an apologetic smile. Sorry. This'll be quick.] I know this doesn't perfectly resolve any of the stuff that you and I are worried about.

[His head isn't so far up in the clouds that he immediately forgot the conversation that lead up to this.]

Is it okay to figure it out as we go?