Her breath hitches in her throat the way it always does when he touches her- gloves on or off, it's a novel thing every time, still. Will it ever stop being so fresh?

"I know," she says softly, reaching up to pull his hand down from her face and instead rest in her lap with her own on top "I just wish it didn't feel like we had to do a lot of waiting."

Because as it stands so far? She feels at a very big loss of how to be proactive in this situation. And maybe that's part of the problem.