She smirks at him, and sucks her lower lip into her mouth, and when she kisses him again it's badly split and bleeding.

Well now he's completely distracted from any attempt to go anywhere.

Okay that might possibly have been a miscalculation but she can't bring herself to regret it. "D'you know where your window is from here?" she asks after a minute.

"Mm. Yeah."

"We should go there."

"Mm. Maybe."

"There are other windows," she reminds him. "I really don't want to scar some poor soul who looks out the wrong one at the wrong moment all unknowing."

"Mmmmm....."

"Serafin I love you but I am not having sex with you on the lawn where anyone can see."

He laughs.

"I mean it," she says, poking him in the chest.

He shakes his head, looking - confused or conflicted.

"...You okay?"

"...mm," he says, inconclusively.

Snuggle.

...hug.

Snuggle. Hairpet.

He hugs her and kisses her on the cheek.

Aww. 

"Aloneness thing?" she guesses.

"...mm."

Okay. Well. Snuggle.

Hugs are good. Hugs are uncomplicated.

This is true. He can have all the hug he wants right here.

This turns out to be a lot of hug.

She is definitely starting to worry about him but this does not impede her from hug.