Much's eyes opened just a little wider than they were already, but his fingers closed over hers, instinctively, but it felt good. It felt really good, holding Marcie's hand, and he was suddenly, and vividly, reliving what it had felt like to kiss her when they both thought she was about to die. Except she wasn't, not now, and she was kind of a bit admire-y and he'd been trying for so long to avoid thinking about anyone in this way, but... her hand in his felt really good, and in spite of all the baggage from last summer all he wanted was for her to lean even closer.
So he did, too. Leaned closer while he ran his thumb over her hand. "That's cool," he said, and smiled at her, an off-centre smile, surprised, and surprisingly pleased, and a tad nervy about navigating this and not being very Will Scarlett about it at all. "You're so cool, I always thought that, and— I mean yeah it's a definite no, no girlfriends, cool, cool cool–"