Marcie's leg suddenly on him like that was a surprise and he tried not to look too long them, and he tried not to think it meant something more than just her ease. But Cathal kinda liked that. They hadn't known each other that long, but it made Cathal feel like a good person to have earned that sense of comfort from her. Was there any greater compliment in the world than someone being at ease in your presence? Cathal had felt, so long, like he wasn't at ease in his own presence.
"It's quiet," Cathal said, resting his arm on the back of the couch because he didn't want to rest it on Marcie's leg and finishing the last of his beer. "I'd been living in Belfast for three years before I came here, the longest I'd ever really lived in one place until then. And, oh, I loved it. Belfast is such a gorgeous, vibrant place, always somethin' happenin'."