"Hey," she raised her hands to set on his shoulders again. "I do feel at home here, with you. A scary amount of at home." She pushed the wet strands of her hair from her face before setting her hands on his cheeks. "And I know you're going to tell me not to worry, but I do. I don't want to run too fast. I don't know what I'm doing half the time, and I don't want to ruin this. And I know you'll tell me."
She smiled at him and shook her head, "I don't eat breakfast. Major flaw of mine. Just never occurs to me. I usually regret it around lunchtime."