A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA we are all just fighting to survive a world, where 'i miss you' doesn't mean I'm coming back. He picks at his meal, and she picks at her own – distracted despite her best attempts at devouring her meal. She’s close to finishing it, however, as her question is aired and she flashes him an easy grin, a raise of her brow, before she takes one of the bites left on her plate. Her attention is drawn to the blush of his cheeks, one that mimics the one that’s almost permanently on her own right now. His voice is guarded and she swallows down her bite a bit hard, leaning toward him a bit to hear every bit of what he has to say. And it only causes more of a flush to grow along her neck, beneath the dark braid that sat there. She gives him a small smirk, a quiet hum of consideration, lips parting to almost question what kind of dessert he had to offer when she feels his hand at her knee. And then it starts to move up along her thigh, and her heart begins to thunder in her chest once more. Her head tilts toward him a bit more, letting her gaze wash over him as she leans toward him and abandons the last couple of bites on the plate to give him her full attention. Her smirk twitches a bit wider with that, remaining where she is as she tries to figure out what to say. Dessert sounds great, Chuy. She hums back to him through the bond, head tilting up a small amount as she pulses the feeling of her swirling emotions over toward him, unable to keep them to herself much longer. Her hand moves toward his, stroking gently along his forearm to his wrist, though her attention never leaves him. and 'I love you' doesn't mean I'll stay...