When they had first arrived at the apartment they had both settled onto opposite sides of the couch, finishing their respective meals. But now as silence settled over them for the first time, instigated by her yawn, she realized how far they had moved from opposite sides of the couch. They’re in the middle of the couch now, one of his arms draped across the back of the couch as he plays with a single curl that had managed to escape the bun that the rest of her was piled into. Her hand is casually resting on his thigh like she has every right to touch him thoughtlessly in such an intimate manner. 