[ Think about now, she said, you don't have to worry about the future— and then he goes and says next time and her stomach does a stupid little flip. Because for as much as he's managed to avoid the question of now yet again, he's made his wishes for said next time quite clear, and that in and of itself is saying a lot. And before she can do anything about it, there's a smile playing at the corners of her lips, erasing the scowl that was there just moments before, softening her expression as she looks at him, eyes searching his face once more.

Next time. The thought is enough to get her heart pounding all over again, the bad thoughts momentarily chased away. ]

I'm tempted to agree. About it... being somewhere warmer, next time.

[ And now she's embarrassed, not really wanting to continue on, but... she's the one who started this; she can't exactly back out of it immediately, not even when he took his honesty further than she expected. ]

It's not that I'm uncomfortable like this— [ even though she was at first ] —but I think it would be nicer if we weren't fighting to stay warm.

[ Of course, that leads to the question of where, which takes her right back to that same worry with which she's been struggling this whole time— which in turn brings all of them rushing right back.

Her eyes close, and she takes a moment to try and ground herself, try and focus on the nice things he's saying, try and remember how good she felt for a moment there when he said next time. ]

What about now? ...Would I be the only one being selfish?