[He laughs in response, shifting his shoulder to accomodate her, tilting his head to smush his cheek against the top of her head.]

Ugh, I guess. Really twisting my arm here into adoring you. Pretty sure this counts as kidnapping.

[He lets his hand slide down, twisting his fingers with hers, and speaks again, quieter.]

I'm not going to see her. I know I can't, fuckin. Stop you. But I'm not.

[There's only... a hint of fear there. Something he doesn't want to ask, but it's the last thing he needs before this can be done.]

You're not moving out, right?