George smiled faintly, squeezing her hand. "Maybe," he said, not really believing it. He wasn't sure he wanted it.
Sure, it would be nice to have... something. But nicer not to have to worry about what you'd find when you came home.
He dragged one foot across the dirt, then slid his hand free to scrap his damp hair aside again before turning to folding up the ninja hood.
Something pestered at him, and he finally sighed, looking over at her, then let it go. "I hope I wasn't... I dunno." He wasn't sure how to say it, except just straight out. "I don't believe in being rough. I hope I wasn't, with you. Then. You know..."