I idly keep Joe's head where it is, though I stand up straight and let my fingers drift idly into his hair to push forward and stroke my thumb thoughtfully around the shell of his ear, distracted while I lean my weight forward. "I have to sleep with you," I echo his tone before sitting back down in my place. "And your elbows can hurt when they dig into my body."

I'm well-done dinner by now, having devoured it in one go as if the food was going to vanish in the blink of an eye.