She curls into him, laughing at his repetition of greetings, at everything, not quite sure why. Her hands fist into the shirt he's wearing, so tightly she thinks it might rip. If someone were to walk in right now, she wouldn't notice. Wouldn't care. It's strangely liberating.

"Extremely." She tries to say it teasingly, but it's full of more words and emotions than she intended.