"Shut up," he says, but it's fond and not at all sharp.

He does enjoy lying here like this with her, the way they did when he woke up this morning: him on his back, her weight pressing gently along his side and chest, arms draped around one another. It's easier to recover and process everything going through his head with her tucked against him, a reminder that being human isn't so terrible after all.

His head lolls to one side, so he can look her in the eye again. The smile really does do wonders for her mouth.