[Louder than any other signal his body would be giving off, the way his heart's pace picked up when she rested her head on his shoulder was unmistakable. There would have been a certain heat to the moment, if the mood wasn't so somber. Still, Lockon was pretty nervous about how comfortable she was getting, and his mind was eager to remind him of the last time which didn't actually happen.]
[Even so, he risked leaning his head down and to the side, the side his jaw barely touching her forehead. He breathed deeply, curious just how much his mind had dreamed up details about her, and he found that he was not entirely off the mark. His eyes slide closed, and he tries to just let the silence swallow them.]