It was an urge she wouldn't have minded at the least. Though she would have pushed him away mostly out of instinct and habit. Still the way he moved closer, she rubbed her arms slightly, pushing thoughts of moving closer herself, or worse, stepping into his arm - ah, dreams that would never come true. She'd never want to leave them.

"...what if that never happens?" She ventured hesitantly. He'd leave for sure then, right?