Molly nodded. "I think you're right," she said as she leaned into Arthur just a little. His hand was warm between hers. Not sweaty at all, but warm and strong and something she never wanted to let go. "I'm glad you are, because I did miss you when you weren't here."
Most kisses on cheeks were chaste, and Arthur's was, too, but it set off another flutter in her stomach. She laid her head on his shoulder and twined their fingers together. "You came so I could comfort you, and here you are, reassuring me." Her thumb moved over his knuckles. When she spoke again after several moments of silence, her voice was hesitant and soft, and she didn't raise her head from his shoulder. "You can stay. Tonight. If you want. I know there are things you're probably used to. And I...I'm not there quite yet. But you can stay. With me.