Mirza put his other arm around her as she leaned, pulling her close to his body. What? He couldn't help it. She was a very beautiful woman and he wanted to be touching her. A lot. More than touching her but damn she was stubborn.
He was surprised when she tangled their fingers together and he gently squeezed her hand, listening like the good little boy he was trying to be. So hard, he was trying! "We are completely beyond help," he answered her honestly, "Utterly doomed. But it's not like it's a bad thing. I've had some great times with it. Bad ones too but more good ones."
Grinning, he leaned in to kiss her shoulder lightly, "Like right now. This is a good one. It's a very strange one but a good one." He was not going to explain how it was strange unless she asked. Such complicated thoughts were bouncing through his head.