Her frown deepened and she pulled the blanket tighter around herself and Digit. She adjusted on the couch, tucking her legs underneath herself neatly as she considered him, her dark hair brushing against her cheek. "That is not good," she said eventually. "Right?"
He frowned, turning back to the habitats with embarrassment as he continued to clean them. "No," he began slowly, his voice thoughtful. I guess not."
Her head tilted curiously before she stood up, her feet losing the warmth she had gained from curling up under the blanket. The metal floor was cool and she moved over to him, Digit climbing onto her shoulder. Standing next to him for a moment, she looked inside the habitats before reaching over, taking his hands from his work and placing them on her own waist gently. Her hands were soft and gentle, almost as if they had never lifted a heavy object in their lives, and she reached up, enveloping him in the blanket with her.
He seemed surprised, watching her with a fond softness and his hands rested on her waist. After a moment more of watching, he leaned forward, his hands moving to her back as he embraced her.
Her hands slipped up, one reaching up and cupping the back of his neck, the other resting on his collarbone. Her head rested gently on his shoulder, her hair tickling his cheek. "It is okay," she told him quietly.
He closed his eyes, his brows furrowing as he slowly began to relax. His hands rested on her back and she would feel him take a small breath before speaking again. "I love you."
She was quiet for a moment, the hand on his chest curling for a moment before reaching up, cupping his jaw. "I deeply admire you as well," she replied.
Her eyes fluttered closed and an embarrassed flush crossed over the bridge of her nose. "That is not polite."
"Because," she said indignantly, opening her eyes and looking up at him, her fingers brushing the back of his neck. "Because," she began again, "it makes my face turn red. I am pale, Basel, I cannot hide the pink hue that my face turns when you do these things."
"Yes, exactly," she said, gesturing to him. "You are making me look red. I do not look good in red, and you are making me red in front of you... it is... it is uncouth and impolite."
