[Physical contact lands differently, depending on who's initiating. Someone who wasn't paying very close attention might come away from an encounter with Renfri and take her for a person of expansive gestures and casual contact — which she is, when she's the one invading someone else's boundaries and leaving her fingerprints there. It's different when it's someone else's hands. There are times when she'd sooner bite an encroaching finger than let it come to rest anywhere near her.

This isn't one of those times. His hands find her arms and she stills without freezing, waits without suspicion. Lingers to see what he's doing to do.

Affection still feels strange. It's something she lavishes on others, without expecting any in return.]

You'll lose your knack for it in your old age, likely.

[It's a remark mostly for the purposes of buying herself another second. She'll let herself have one more, just to savor the gift he's offering up in return.]

I'm already looking forward to watching you lament those holes in your head tomorrow. Along with every other decision you make tonight.

[She smiles, faint; it's impossible to see at this angle, but it's there in her voice. Dull, commonplace, ridiculous problems.]

Good for you.