[ He definitely doesn't mind this kind of distraction. There are things they need to talk about, he knows that, but he's starting to think that maybe sometimes talking about the hard stuff can happen without actually saying anything at all. The way she folds in against him tells him what he wants to hear, after all; that she feels safe with him, that she wants him to be closer. He doesn't know how better to express it back at her than by pulling her in even more, letting her know as much as he can how grateful he is that she's still there, after everything they've been through together.

And, after all, he's still (mostly) human; he can't help groaning a little at the way she rolls her hips against him, their bodies somehow always lined up perfectly despite the differences in their size. He grins and chuckles softly, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek. ]

Yeah, that's pretty distracting. [ His right hand moves a bit, encouraging her to keep going. His smile turns thoughtful, maybe a little mischievous. ] You remember what we keep talking about? You sitting on me and not allowed to move? Maybe we should do that.