[Her eyes shifted down when he swung her hands back and forth, watching the short arcs they made between them. Holding hands - something so simple, yet the two points of contact sat in her minde heavier than the worry over holding his hat. The same fear started to trickle in, that something about her would rub off, be the cause of ruin or tarnish. But yet, she felt steadier, more grounded, somehow more real with someone touching her. Even if the only people that did were ones she had once considered imaginary. So even though her mind told her to let go and step away, her body tightened her fingers, holding carefully to his.
The moment was too quiet, no sound from the hotel, and only the quiet sounds of birds from the still-open, brightly colored door nearby. She shook her head, eyes sad.] But you're not in Wonderland. You're going other places now. Places where you can be hurt. [It was something she sounded so certain about, standing there in an empty hallway, that this man in front of her would throw himself in somewhere and come back worse for wear.] I can't actually eat pizza right now. And I have tea back... [She couldn't say 'at home', couldn't yet think of the penthouse that way.] ...where I should be.