She was about to break the entire less awkward thing in five four..
Off of her desk she slid, padding over to slip onto the couch beside him. Pale arms slip around him, and gently she draws him in against her, as if holding a child, enveloping him in warmth and that dark vanilla/pomegranate scent once more. She's tactile, soothing is easier for her by touch and that's what she's been trying to do for the last couple of days.
"What do you want to know?" It's simple as that.
If he didn't want to know anything that was fine too. "and if not.. then what do you want to tell me? I'm listening."