She obliged to move towards him, touching down onto the sofa with one of her knees. It felt like forever since they were close-- he was working so hard lately. A little affection before she told him the truth wouldn't hurt, right? She hoped not. Maybe it'd just remind him how much he really liked her, and make it that much easier for him to forgive her? Macy could only hope.
"What did you do?" She touched down with her other knee and paused.