She didn't smile, because when she felt something honestly, she rarely reflected it in the movement of her face, instead, she reached up and touched the tips of her fingers to his wrist, feather light. All of a sudden, it seemed like such a long walk--even to the elevators. Her limbs felt heavy, and her pulse fluttered against her neck. "I..." It was already a yes. She didn't want to leave; there was no one in her apartment.