Ernest kept his arms wrapped tightly around her in return, and he didn't lift his head from her shoulder even after they had arrived. He wouldn't even have been certain that they had moved yet if it hadn't been for the smell of fresh grass. The air here wasn't the same as the real outdoors, but it was less claustrophobic than other parts of the ship.
Time passed. He realised that at some point he was going to have to lift his head and actually engage with her, but he had no idea what he wanted to do or say.