Ben took more time with his food, tucking it away methodically, though something in him seemed to give himself permission to enjoy it. They sat in companionable silence, something they they're rarely had the opportunity for, before. When he finished off his food, crumpling the foil and tucking it neatly into the paper bag, he sat back, warm and satisfied.

Wiping his hands, he looked down at her with a curious arch to his brow. Laughter crinkled the corners of his eyes as he reached out to cover her hand with his own, his fingertips brushing the soft skin of her stomach.

"You do," he said, with a bit more reverence than her teasing statement called for.