Natasha reaches down and runs her fingers affectionately through his hair. "And you know he won't hold it against you. And it takes time to feel like you're worth being forgiven," she hazards a guess. When she feels his hand hold on to her leg, she shifts her weight on his back, letting her fingers trail out of his hair as she leans back. Just to continue to up the challenge factor. "You are worth it."

She navigates her phone over to the contacts. "I'll call him now."