So Simon did pinch her, a tiny little thing on her upper arm, but soon after his arms went back around her to keep her close. Leaning back in, he listened to her talk, laughing at the thoughts that were verbalized. "Why do you think I was a womb hogger. I share quite well, thank you very much," Simon said with a half-smile. His own thoughts didn't travel on that same path as hers, instead going over how different life might have been had they grown up together. Would they have been able to stand one another as they grew older? Would they be friends? Enemies? It was hard to say given their age now and how much they had missed out on. But he thought of it.