"I've been down this road before, Warner," she said flatly. "I know how to preserve this in this perfect little bubble of platonic making out. You don't."
"Do you?" she asked amusedly. "What if I looked at you right now and told you that I wanted a relationship with you?"
She gave him a small grin, lying down next to him again and wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head in the curve of his neck.
She nodded, tracing his side slowly, following the line of his hip. “This can be nice without it meaning anything. We don’t have to like each other like that to have it be something of substance.”
She laughed out loud, her bright green eyes crinkling with the action. "Warner, there's a term for what we are, a very clear term, but you decided to ignore that and go with extra friends."
She squinted at him. "Friends with benefits," she explained, raising an eyebrow as she leaned back in the pillows. "Was that not around when you were alive?"
"Yeah. That fits our situation pretty exactly, actually." She considered the situation before shrugging, looking over at him thoughtfully. A lock of her white hair had escaped the ponytail and she tucked it behind her ear distractedly as she leaned back against the pillows. "It's pretty common right now. Or it was when I died, anyway."
