He was like a child in that the simplest things could keep him happy and yet she felt the child around him.
She was happy to form herself against, even if they're clothes were still on and very much in the way, refreshing her memory of his scent and flesh. "Daisuki, Michael." Liz kept with the whole whispering thing, making it secretive and intimate. Whatever this was, because she had to to define her feelings and this...Thing.