"I'd like to spend some time with you again," she murmurs in response, eyes searching his expression - or trying, anyway.

"Just... lose ourselves for a little while. Nothing more complicated than that."

But it will be more complicated. Has to be, almost, because intimacy is her way of clinging to people. To trying to help herself feel better. And if she gets what she wants, she'll keep coming back again and again. Does he realize that?