[His attention flicks to her as their arms part, worried that he has indeed overstepped, but then she takes his hand and he melts again. He tilts his head to rest his cheek against the back of the couch.]

Yeah, good call. Good call.

[He lifts their hands briefly in a lazy hurrah and then lets them drop onto the cushion again. He could fall asleep like this, if she'd let him, which she wouldn't. Instead, his eyes drift out of focus as he watches her breathe. The steady rise and fall is enough to distract him away from policing his mouth.]

You think it gets better when you do more with another person? Like, if this is what holding hands feels like... Y'know.

[It's, technically, an innocent question. He'd be lying if he claimed he wasn't thinking about the progression with her, but he's by no means suggesting they actually press forward with it. It's nice to think about, that's all. And potentially worth exploring in the future, when she hasn't literally just told him to avoid getting his hopes up.]