I'm sure we kin find other ways t'keep the slayer in you happy.
[Don't think of sex, don't think of sex. He means like walks in the park, yeah. Definitely pure thoughts here...
His eyes soon drop to their hands and the way they fit together. He rubs his thumb over her knuckles a little before finally, slowly and reluctantly letting go. His eyes lift to hers again and there's a part of him that wants to kiss her but, it might be weird to do that in therapy. People could already be watching them be all shy and pooky as is.]
So uhm, day 200 then. Lets shoot for early evenin'.