Johnny responded to the tugging easily. He stood momentarily from his crouch and then sat on the bed next to Mary. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him as he leaned back. She felt good in his embrace, as if she was made to be there.
In the back of his mind he reminded himself that his wife had fit perfectly, too. That she was the one he'd thought would be there forever. But Johnny was just drunk enough to ignore it.
"Of course." He smiled at her. Glad that she'd asked. He'd wanted to stay anyway, be there for her. And for himself, too, if he was completely honest. The idea that he'd been away from her without his consent, without having made that decision, was disturbing. He wanted the contact to assure her that he was there, and to assure himself as well. A small defiance to the aliens, in a way.