[Three weeks and he's still so amazed at how silently she moves. There's no click of a door opening or even much of a footstep to alert him to her return, and when she speaks he practically snaps to attention - in part because he didn't hear her coming but mostly because of that question. For a good long moment he just looks at her, stunned, brows furrowed in complete confusion. Did he hear that right? Is she actually asking this of him?
And then he thinks back to the mis-step at the noodle bar and perhaps they are at that point now. Where it's okay, where they've peeled away enough of the armor for these questions to be acceptable. It still leaves his pulse quickening for all the wrong reasons, a chill working its way into his fingers as he straightens himself up on the couch. He swallows, eyes dropping to the floor for a moment as he tries to make heads or tails of this, but they quickly dart back up at her, expression just a little bit pained. ]