Ginny laid her head on his shoulder, and began softly, stroking the back of his neck with her fingertips. She could feel his heart pounding, and she was pretty sure he could feel the same. They were both terrified, yet, Ginny knew somehow, the would make it through this.
She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of his clothes, such a familiar and now comforting thing. Her mind was racing in a million directions, and she finally chose the least threatening one and clung to it. "We should have lunch one day this week, if our schedules match up."