He shakes his head. "Why would they get weird? We've known each other a while. I like you... you're beautiful, good company, and I'm rather fond of redheads. So... if you want there to be, maybe there's something there. But I'm in no hurry, and if there isn't, I'm rather happy with being friends. Either way, the offer to stay with you tonight was just that. I'll stay fully clothed, just hold you and be there if you have nightmares."
When she did. He knew how this went enough to know they'd be there. But he can be optimistic, out loud.
"Either way, slow is good."
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