He watches her fidget and grins a little, pushing off from the counter and wandering over to her. "You're cute when you have no idea what to say to me."

He takes her hands, rubbing them gently with his thumbs. "You can stay in my room if you like. Nothing has to happen."

He remembers nights on Muir after long missions, where they would just sack out together, tangled up and sleepy. Having her close like that was just as good as the sex had been sometimes.