They did fit rather well together. She didn't even think about it until now - of all the things she had thought about, fitting like this wasn't one of them. But she was comfortable and unlike how it could be, she didn't have to lay awkwardly to cuddle like this. She kept her hands, not so much as a barrier to keep him away, but more like to hold herself together. She was still rather mopey, anyway. She felt him brush his cheek against the top of her head and she brushed her lips against his neck, a single hand unclenching from the fist she had been holding onto so hard to cling a little onto his shirt.