"You could get me to do a whole lot just talking like that," she grins, committing that one to memory. She's holding onto as many of his phrases as she can, little scraps of meaning she can pore over when she's by herself and with her own thoughts.

She slides back, taking his hand. In a perfect world where neither of them have any obligations, she could curl up here with him. But in this world he is walking her home, and she gets to enjoy the simple pleasure of walking arm in arm.