It sort of takes him by surprise, that she comes closer rather than shying away. He couldn't shake the sense that she was trying to let him down easily. Maybe she's trying to let herself down easily; he doesn't know, and instead of wasting more time trying to guess he just slips his arm around her, lets her take her time. If this is the last of it-- he can't imagine why this should be the last of it-- then they might as well both savor it.

And when she speaks he snaps to attention, meeting her gaze. She's no coward and he isn't, either; he won't be the one to look away, only to let his brow furrow with confusion.

"That doesn't make any sense..."