Amarissa was almost startled when his hand abruptly touched hers. She looked up at him, able to feel the warmth of his hand and few callouses spread over his palm. She really was being silly. She could only imagine what their reactions would be if they were told a few weeks ago that she'd be on the couch on utter wreck, and with him honestly trying to comfort her. It was an ironic twist, and the realization of their current positions made Amarissa feel more inclined to act more like herself. After all, going to pieces over this wasn't going to help anything. And she was capable of dealing with this. More so than most people, in fact. She had been trained to deal with all lots of dark magic, and if when she needed her training most, it ceased to be useful, she didn't really deserve to be called an Auror, did she?
"It would be so intensely strange," Amarissa responded, starting to relax a bit, reasoning more. She even managed to provide a weak smile. "I mean, that would just be completely fucked up, right?"
She needed him to follow that line, to say something teasing and taunting, and be what he had always been to her. She was, admittedly, extremely grateful for his company. Surprisingly so. It seemed that every time he turned around showed such a broad array of emotion, she couldn't help but feel startled. It wasn't that she thought he was heartless or shallow.... well, maybe a bit shallow, but he was always seemed so much at ease when he was provoking some kind of trouble, that offering any kind of comfort or advice seemed as if it should make him feel uncomfortable.
"Bed sounds nice," Amarissa admitted after a moment, and then grinned teasingly at him. "I'm quite proud of you. You said the word bed in a sentence without any pun preceding or following it. That has to be quite the feat for you, no?"
This was so much easier. This was what they were supposed to do together. The fighting, and the questions, the worry, that just couldn't be here now.