He shakes his head in mock exasperation and okay, she's laughing and they're actively trying to not make this worse for themselves, right, or maybe that's not so true because her hands are on him again, goddammit, this is the strangest line between fantastic and terrible that he's ever walked. Well, since getting a close-up view of kaiju. And the drifting. Whatever, it's one of the strangest lines. He can't get it out of his mind, though, what a fucking relief it's going to be to finally be in bed with her in more than just a sleeping capacity--or the couch, whatever, wherever--after all of this.

It's not like this is his endgame for this relationship, if she'd told him she wanted to wait like, six months or something, he'd have respected that. But that's very clearly not the case, and it makes it that much more exciting that she wants it as much as he does. He takes one of her hands and brings it to his lips before setting it back on his chest. "Okay, you're right, we're both losers. Getting each other all fired up." He runs his hands up her legs, resting his hands on the inside of her thighs. "What are we even going to do?"