Neither seemed to realize how fast they were falling. Thor had no idea, not consciously. If, or when, they figured it out, he would know then that it went back this far, but now? No. This was just a quiet moment with a good friend, trying to share comfort in the face of some very personal issues they'd been able to share with each other. After Jane, Thor had closed off this part of himself and he was apprehensive about opening it up again. For Diana, though? Without question, he would, eventually.
He saw her face flush with colour and his did the same, eyes scanning her face as she spoke. "We should, at some point. We can wait while you get clothes, though."
Better that than her turning heads the whole through the hotel. Mostly his. He'd be too distracted by her to focus on anything else and probably run into someone. Brushing his hand over Diana's again, he let his thumb rub into the skin on the back of her hand, fingers threading through hers as they sat there and the moment stretched to infinity. It was another minute or two, maybe, spent in effortless, silent bliss, before he spoke again, after his stomach let out a sound.