[ When he moves to sit behind her but carefully keeps himself separate, she just huffs out a breath and slouches into him, initiating the contact she's certain he's holding back on and inviting him to do the same. her shoulder brushes against his arm a moment before she rests her cheek against his shoulder, soaking up the quiet companionship he's always so good at offering her. Or maybe in what they offer one another. That rock-solid knowledge of support and strength. ]

Yeah, he probably will. It's his nature. He's just.... He's been so happy. I'm dreading seeing that change when he knows the truth. I don't... I don't want this to be what everyone thinks of the moment they look at me.