Watching her touch him and move is like time standing still. Moments and feelings rush past his eyes in a way he'd only heard described in movies. Feelings of familiarity and fondness that shouldn't be there. Is this some weird multidemensional shit? Or things he's forgotten.

He's not sure? Does it matter which one it even is?

He shifts on the couch to slide closer to her and quietly lays his head against her shoulder, simply adding.

"Okay then."