Diana wouldn’t have minded if he’d taken her hand; he’d done so on the walk back to the hotel, which was one of the things that her heart argued meant he had wanted to kiss her and her brain said didn’t matter. Her brain was winning out, and would continue to. That was a lesson Steve Trevor had also taught her, because if she’d ignored her foolish impulses then, his death might not have hurt so much. She had conveniently forgotten that Steve’s death had given her the fury and power to defeat Ares in the first place, or at least, she’d forgotten it for the moment.
Regardless, the sun was up and thoughts of Steve Trevor were as far from her mind as they had ever been, and pushed even further as Thor’s arm wrapped around her waist, encouraging her to lean into his side, and she did. Her hands left her lap, or at least, the one on the side he was on did, and settled on his leg. Nowhere near high enough to be anything other than camaraderie, but another way to show him that his arm around her was welcomed and wanted.
“Yeah?” She asked softly, and her head turned, so that she was looking into his face rather than the pool again. It was like looking into the sun, and she blinked.