[ It's surprising for him, too, just how easy it has become to touch her and be touched by her, to no longer worry that her tenderness is misplaced, that he isn't worthy of this kind of attention from her. This is her choice, and for all they are still navigating their relationship, there's an ease to it, too. A simplicity he sometimes can't recognize through his anxiety. They fell into this thing together so thoughtlessly. Why should he be so worried about defining what it is now that they're here?

So he lets out a tense breath, leaning into her touch, his smile waxing as his cheeks brighten. ]

...Yeah. Not...for a good reason, but also...kind of for a good reason? It's complicated.

[ But she knows his past already, which helps. It saves him from having to explain so much, and for a brief moment, he's grateful to his past self for having the guts to reveal to her his deepest, darkest secret. ]

This is...where I was...um. Made.