Isn't that what you did the first weekend you were here?

[ He teases after she gets up, ignoring how he finds he misses the warmth and weight from her legs being draped over his lap. Which is a weird thing to think about. About as weird as the urge to lean over and kiss her cheek earlier.

Adamantly, he stops thinking about that. ]

Why not all of the above? Throw gymnastics in for good measure.

[ It's relatively the same.

He takes the glass he's offered. Carefully, because it feels like his hand is wobbling. And amazingly doesn't get water all down his front. ]

Thank you, Miss Parkour.