"Go ahead, then," she says gently, idly stroking the back of his hand with the tips of her fingers in light strokes. The mood is still a little strange, but Annabelle is deciding it's okay to try to push through it, given his reassurance. And if it doesn't end up working out, it was fine; it was so impromptu anyway. Risky, even.

The thought gives her a very unfortunate sudden, needy and sharp ache.

"Let's try."