Somewhere between the start of the last movie and now, she'd wound up tucked under Donald's arm curled up against him. When he'd moved and gotten up, she'd lost the shared warmth and grabbed a blanket trying to compensate. It wasn't that it was cold in the apartment, but Jemma missed the heat... And she was glad that she hadn't overanylized that last sentence becuase she realized after the fact how many different ways that might have been taken.
Tonight they'd agreed to leave the shop talk at the door as they did most movie nights. She scooted over to give him more room to situate himself before realizing that they hadn't put in the next film. "I was thinking something a bit more adventurous than the last one," she said with a smile. "Tell me, what do you think about pirates?"
She moved to stand up herself, letting the blanket fall to the carpet. She didn't want him to do all the work. And admittedly sometimes she was concerned, he was walking without his cane tonight, but the way he stood, she could see it wasn't exactly comfortable for him. It wasn't something they generally discussed but she wanted to see if she could get him to come in so she could take a look at his leg. But the issue about how you brought that up to another medical professional - even when you weren't dating them - was tricky.