"You want me to do what?"

"C'mon, Vawani, you didn't really think we'd just toss you out there on a mission without any training, did ya?" Tracer tapped her pen on her clipboard in her hands with a friendly grin.

"Is that not what Mccree did?"

Both women darted a glance at him, and he grinned sheepishly in turn. "Hey, it all worked out, didn't it?" When neither of them responded, he admitted defeat. "Okay, okay, iyeesh/i rough crowd… I'll sit on the bench, I guess."

Tracer sighed and shook her head before prepping herself up to play Satya's coach. "All right, we'll start off easy with a couple of warm up laps. It's gonna be a long road ahead before you'll be ready to get out there," she replied, getting her stopwatch ready. "So chop, chop!"

Satya nodded and started off at a reasonable yet brisk pace. It wasn't that she minded exercise, she just hadn't really expected to have to make any preparations. Back in Vishkar, it wasn't actually mandatory for their employees to be physically active per say, as long as they were capable of working; she just happened to be the only one who worked best with the life and rhythm of dance.

At least that's how it used to be.

The longer she ran, her body was swift to let her know just how long it had been since she had last graced her feet like this. She hadn't even ran a single lap before she was starting to feel winded despite her taking great care to keep her breaths steady and even, and her feet began to throb with stress under her soles as if they were telling her to stop.

Satya bit her lip, doing her best to ignore her body's protests. She was so used to being able to go on early morning jogs with ease, but holding herself to that standard now only made her feel sideswiped by the growing ache in her lungs that made it harder to breathe. It was a blow to her ego to know that she was out of shape for the first time in her life, and her speed began to slow down under the crushing weight of her failure to keep up with basic fitness of all things, making for another unpleasant reminder of how much her life had crumbled.

"Keep your chin up, luv! You're lookin' good!'"

"Y'got this, Symm! Don't give up, you're on fire!"

Though she did find that it was rather difficult to be so hard on herself and wallow in self pity while those two were making a racket with their constant cheering and overly generous compliments. Her face was heating up more from them hooting and hollering than her working out. She'd have to keep trying her best otherwise those two would keep making echoes bounce around.

"Whose clothes are those anyways?" Mccree asked, after Satya had made her way to the third corner of the track. Off the top of his head, she had never wore a track and field uniform like that before, and it couldn't have possibly belonged to her.

"Huh? They're mine. Mercy didn't have any athletic wear on hand." Tracer put a finger to her chin and tapped one foot before rocking on her heels, unable to stay still at any given moment. "Guess I did figure it'd be a bit of a snug fit on her, ibuuuuuut/i it's better than nothing, I'd say. Why, what's wrong with what she's wearing?"

"Nothing's wrong per say," he said, not wanting to draw attention to the problem.

The shirt in question was a midriff, and he realized that he had seen Tracer wear it in the past. However, on her, the top would hang just above her belly button, but on someone taller like Satya, it rode up a little higher. The only reason he had noticed it was an issue was how often Satya would unconsciously put her hands by her stomach and sides as if she wasn't used to having her skin be exposed there. He loved the way the saccharine oranges and yellows looked on her, but it wasn't his choice to decide what she was or was not okay with.

From what he had seen from the her limited wardrobe, she stuck to muted colors like blue, grey, and white, with her cyan outfit being the only outlier though she didn't seem to want to wear it. Even in the clothes borrowed from Angela, everything Satya wore always seemed to conform to some unspoken rule of hers. It did weigh on his mind on whether she genuinely enjoyed modest colors, or if Vishkar stifled individuals from straying too far away from their gizmo whatchamacallit hive mind.

"Then what're you askin' for? Hm?"

"I was just thinking that she doesn't really have any other clothes of her own. Maybe I… or somebody, should fly local and get her somethin'. Hell, just takin her down to pick em out herself. Can't imagine sharin' clothes all the time is ideal for her or anyone involved, 'specially since she's gonna be here on the base as an official member."

"Huh… that's true, never crossed my mind bout that before… All of us had our own clothes to begin with that we never had to worry about that sorta thing. I'll hafta' ask Winston about the budget. She's gotta get suited up too now that I think about it," she replied, fingers now concentrated with tapping her chin in quick patterns, running the numbers in her head. "But I don't think we have to fly local for that, we can always have things ordered en route here."

"Yeah, I know that, but was just thinking it might be good for her to get in a normal town. I mean, we kinda did shuffle her along from the Brazilian government over to us. I don't think she's gotten much a breather between now and then if you ask me. She's been uprooted and hasn't gotten a chance to settle. Might do her some good to get out of the base."

The lightbulb in Tracer's head turned on with such intensity that it would've shattered the glass into pieces. The silly grin on her face confirmed that she was up to no good again. "That's a lotta words to say you wanna take her out on a idate/i!" she cheekily said, nudging him with her elbow. "Why didn't ya just say so?"

His conversation with Genji popped back into his head with gusto. Ever since then, he was becoming more and more conscious of how he interacted with Symmetra and how people might perceive them.

He knew his teammates meant no harm, but it wasn't like Satya knew them well enough to know that. She was already doing her best to get used to life on the base; gossip might make her feel even more isolated than she already did.

The main issue, though, laid in the background people working around the base, the ones he barely spoke a word to and didn't know more than their names, if that. He couldn't vouch for them if they decided to escalate their little chitchats into something more malicious when his back was turned. Maybe he was overthinking things, but the idea of her dealing extra stress didn't sit right with him.

"No! No, that's not it!" He insisted, making an X with his hands. "I told ya, it ain't like that at all!"

Tracer pouted and gave him a thumbs down. "iBooo/i, boring!" she teased, but she still flashed him a smile. "But, I understand what you mean though. I can't imagine what she's been goin' through. Far as I know, that company revolved around her whole life, right? Heard about it from Winston that she was their child prodigy. Be nice to let her do more things outside of that."

Mccree was relieved to hear that she was on the same page as him about Satya's wellbeing. "Yeah, exactly. I don't like that she hasn't really gotten the choice to do anything either, at least nothing that those sons of bitches conditioned her to choose."

"I'll put in a good word for ya to get clearance to use the jet, but I'm sure Winston will agree!"

"Thanks, Trace. I owe you one."

"Of course! Looks like Satya's done with her laps, so I'm gonna head on down to help her for the rest of the training. Why don't you go do some research on where ya wanna take her. Ask Mercy, I think they wear similar sizes and styles. See ya!"

As Tracer zipped off, Mccree sighed and shook his hair out with his hand. He didn't even think about where exactly he'd take her to even buy clothes, so he was glad that she pointed that out. What did he know about fashion anyhoo?

He glanced over to where the two were standing. Tracer was handing her something from the looks of it, and Satya hesitantly accepted it. Whatever it was, it was too small to tell, but a moment later, he realized it probably was a hair tie becuase Satya arched her back and gathered her hair back into a high ponytail.

She had always kept her hair down that he hadn't actually thought about what she'd look like with a different hairstyle. He thought it was cute that she left some strand to frame her face, but there was something about seeing the nape of her slender neck exposed that made him glance away for a moment. Wasn't it a little unfair that she was itoo/i cute?

"Can I ask what you're doing?"

"Meditating."

Genji rolled his head to the side as he watched Mccree sit on the floor of the communal shower, dousing himself in cold water in nothing but a towel. That was new. "I'm familiar. Any particular reason why you've taken up the new hobby? Especially in the showers?"

"None that are any of your business"

There was only one factor that had changed in Mccree's life, and he could not be more obvious about it. What a pain in the ass.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the lovely Ms. Vaswani, now would it?"

That got him to open Mccree's eyes right away, and he whipped his head up. "What? Why? Did she say something to you?" The second he asked, he realized he set himself up. He didn't even need Genji to take off his faceplate to know that he was grinning down at him.

"So it is about her. I was just guessing, but you really have it bad, huh?" Genji replied, clearly amused.

A colorful assortment of ideas of what could have happened between the blushing cowboy and Vaswani that went through the Shimada's head. He hadn't formally spoken to the woman in question, so he didn't know too much about her end. But he did know Mccree. "What'd you do? Take her back to your room or something?"

"No, she put her hair up in a ponytail."

Huh?

"A… iponytail/i?" Genji wasn't sure if he heard that correctly. Was Mccree really making a big deal about her hair, or was this some kinda innuendo?

"Yeah, she had to put it up when she was training with Tracer, but god damn, she just looked… real pretty," he explained, holding a fist by his mouth as he took a sharp breath in and exhaled.

"What are you? 12?"

"Get off your high horse, clanker. Don't act like you didn't feel the same way when you saw Angela with her hair down for the first time," Mccree shot back, glaring back at him.

"Touché." Though it kinda sounded like the idiot was starting to warm up to the idea that he actually did have feelings for the Vishkar princess. "But I'm guessing this is a problem if you're trying to reach any enlightenment under a waterfall of cold tap water."

"… Yeah, it's starting to become one. I tried ignoring it from the start because I thought it was just me thinking she was interesting at first, but then I kept getting to know her and things were kinda clicking better than I realized. I got kinda touchy anytime someone tried putting a name it," he divulged, shaking his hair out and standing up to shut off the water. "But… shit, I guess I do kinda like her. Just a little."

"A little, huh?"

"Shaddup," Mccree huffed, shoving past him and walking over to the locker room to grab his change of clothes. "It's not like I'm gonna do anything about… whatever any of this is anyhow. Doesn't matter what I feel, I don't wanna get involved with her and mess her life up even more. Maybe I should keep a distance with her?"

He shook his head. It'd be hard to ghost someone while living on the same base. It'd be extremely noticeable to not only her, but to everyone else if he had little to no contact with her after all this time. Satya might even start thinking it was her fault if he avoided her out of the blue. "No, that wouldn't be right… I don't wanna make her upset."

"Why don't you just ask her out and see what she says about that?"

Mccree had never whipped his head around so fast before. "Oh, I'm sorry, did someone who's been keeping a secret crush on Angela Ziegler for, what? More than 10 years? say something?"

"Okay, you got me there…" Genji admitted, "but, it's not like it has to be that way for you. Things were different back then though. Maybe I could've done things differently, but it's too late for 'what ifs' now. You have a lot more going for you here. I don't want to see a good friend make the same mistakes that I did."

"Eugh, don't get gross on me," Mccree said, shivering and rubbing his arms. "I'm gettin' goosebumps."

"Well, if you don't make a move, then perhaps I will on your behalf."

"And just what in the hell is that supposed to mean?'

Genji gave an informal salute with two fingers. "Who knows~" he cheerfully said, speeding off before the other man could even react.

Maybe there should be some changes around here.

Genji couldn't believe his luck when he spotted Symmetra so soon, and alone at that. He had only seen glimpses of her in the hallways, usually standing around with Mccree or Angela, that he never got the chance to call her out.

Part of him was a little glad becuase that frosty gaze of hers could freeze hell over if she so much as glanced at it, and from the bits and pieces of what he'd heard from her, her tone was always strict and had an authoritarian vibe to it.

"Ms. Vaswani, just the person I wanted to see," he said, approaching her with a friendly hand extended, hoping she wasn't in a bad mood.

The woman in question contemplated his outstretched hand, obviously unsure of who he was or what he wanted, but reluctantly shook it. As of yet, all Satya really knew about him was that he was one of the other Overwatch members that had returned from the Nepal mission a few days ago, but that was the extent to her knowledge. She had no reason to ask about or talk to him, or any of the other fresh faces.

She couldn't say if this was out of character for him, but she found it unexpected to seek her out in the first place though, but there was no avoiding the man now that he had addressed her directly. "I believe we have never formally met. Since you apparently already know my name, I find that it would be rude for you not to introduce yourself if you were so keen on looking for me," she said, not mincing her words.

The sharp-tongue wasn't a surprise, but Genji still hadn't anticipated it for their first conversation, not to mention how quick she was to point out his lack of manners. He was thankful that he had long since built a resistance to people with curt personalities that he could let it slide, but since when did Mccree have a thing for no-nonsense women? He was certain Mccree's type would've be the bold and wild type of person that could get their hands dirty. What was that man doing out here, trying to thaw out this frozen tundra ice queen?

There had to be something else about her that could get that cowboy swooning this much. He wasn't one to trust in first impressions, even if she did kinda scare him a little.

"That we have not, please forgive me. My name is Genji Shimada, an old friend of Mccree's."

"And what business does Mr. Shimada have with me?" She asked in a neutrally, apparently unmoved that he mentioned that he was friendly with Mccree.

Cold responses and straight to the point. This lady was all business.

"Uh, I don't really have any real reason other than mere curiosity," he admitted, thinking it was (probably) better to be upfront with his intentions with her. "Mccree had a few words to say about you that it made me want to know what kind of person you are to him."

"I would not be able to answer that for you, my apologies. Mccree has never stated what he thinks of me," she replied, closing her eyes and knitting her eyebrows as if she was seriously considering it. "No, perhaps that is not entirely true. Hmm…"

Her golden eyes flicked open once she thought of something. "Ah! He once told me that if he would trust anyone to take care of his hat, it would be me. Does that answer your question?"

Genji looked at her for a second, trying to process what she was saying. What was it with these two and their weird answers?

iNo, not at all/i, he wanted to say, but he kept that to himself.

She was so serious that he had almost laughed and coughed into his hand to hide it.

"Heh, that's right, you were the one holding onto his hat for him, weren't you?" He said, trying to keep the momentum of their conversation up. He wasn't entirely sure she was only talking to him out of moral obligation, but at least she wasn't excusing herself to leave. "Probably the cleanest it's ever been since he wasn't rolling around in the dirt with it."

"So you noticed?" Her chest swelled up with pride, pleased that he had brought up her handiwork. She had gone out of her way to ask Dr. Zeigler if she could search something on the Internet, and when she was given clearance to use it, one of the first things she looked up was how to take care of a cowboy hat. "As you are aware, I was entrusted with his precious belonging, so naturally I did as best as I could to keep it in perfect condition for Mccree."

"Oh."

He had actually been joking about it being clean, but now that he thought about it, the medal and bullets on the hat was a lot shinier, and there wasn't so much as a speck of dust on it.

This time, he couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

It didn't take much for him to connect the pieces to figure out what was so appealing to Mccree now. Miss Vaswani was an outspoken individual, but she wasn't trying to be malicious. Maybe a little itoo/i honest with her words, but she was relatively harmless. She kind of resembled his master, Zenyatta, in a way. Neither one really had a filter, and despite meaning well, the execution of what they said sometimes rubbed others the wrong way. Mccree probably appreciated how frank she was becuase he could be pretty blunt himself.

The other part of the allure was probably that she was kind of a dork.

Yeah.

That definitely put things into perspective.

"Say, do you want to know what Mccree would really enjoy?" Genji suddenly asked.

Satya didn't know why he was changing the subject, but she still nodded her head. "Yes, very much so. I can record notes at any moment if need be."

Wow, this was too easy. He'd be killing two birds with one stone here.

"My room?"

"Yes, that is what I said."

"What d'ya wanna to go to my room for?"

"You have been to mine almost every day, I do not see the issue of me visiting yours," she cooly replied, crossing her arms. "Unless, I need a particular reason to do so. Must I make an appointment?"

"W-well, no, but it's… it's different?" Mccree had never actually thought about cleaning his room, even when he had returned to answer the Recall. It always seemed like it would be a pain in the ass since he was always in and out from missions, so he constantly put it off for another day. And another day. And another.

Now, he was kicking himself for thinking he'd never have to entertain anyone in there. It probably wouldn't be a shock to her how messy it was, but the idea of bringing her there was a little embarrassing.

"I am joking," she said with a rare smirk, pushing up her headset like she was wearing glasses. "I do not actually need to make an appointment."

Even though he knew more than anyone now that Satya wasn't a real life ice queen, it still caught him off guard that she was trying to make a joke, and such a cheesy one at that. He wanted to bury his face in his hands and scream. How could one person be the embodiment of cuteness and keep getting away with it?

"… Fine, you win. But… let me just warn you, I-" It was a little harder to admit his lack of cleanliness than he thought, but his desire to spend more time with her was stronger than that. "Well, I ain't the neatest fella in the world."

She wasn't shocked by this revelation. "I had a feeling."

"Does that bother you?"

"A little." She was nothing if not honest. "But I am sure that I can handle it if I am prepared for the worst."

He couldn't help but put his hands on either side of her face and squeeze her cheeks gently. "Thanks for the boat of confidence, kid," he replied flatly, squishing her face for as long as she'd let him… which wasn't that long before she swatted his hands away by instinct.

Mccree's room ended up being a lot further from hers than she thought it'd be, though it was nothing a teleporter couldn't solve, she thought to herself. She should really get around to getting permission from Winston, also retrieving her photon projector before Torbjorn decided to take it apart. Again. For the fourth time.

As expected, his room was in a state of disarray with clutter collected from all corners of the globe and clothing, both clean and dirty, strewn out everywhere. At least he didn't tend to wear bright colors that it was manageable to ignore the mess. She carefully stepped on the gaps where she could see the floor and sat down on his bed, not wanting to disturb the dishevelment of shirts piled on a heap next to her.

"There we are."

Mccree quickly grabbed the clothes with his free hand and tossed them in a drawer to deal with later. He could feel her discerning eye silently judging him for cramming everything in without folding or even deciding which ones needed to be put in the laundry, but it looked like she was trying to be polite by not actually say something about it.

"There we what?" he parroted after he finished kicking the drawer closed with the side of his foot. He found an unfinished water bottle on the nightstand, though who knows when he had first opened it, and took a huge gulp.

"You may borrow my lap," she nonchalantly replied, patting her thighs.

He swallowed the water the wrong way and pounded on his chest as he hacked up a nasty cough. The bottle slipped from his other hand, and it bounced on the floor a few times before it rolled near the foot of the bed. He was suddenly thankful he had taken the last swig, otherwise the water would've spilled everywhere and make even more of a mess in front of her.

With a bewildered expression struck on his face, Mccree wheezed, "….. C-come again?"

"You must be tired, yes? I was informed that this is the most effective and comfortable position to alleviate drowsiness." She had a incredibly proud smile, all too obvious that she was distinctly unaware of what she was propositioning.

"Informed? By iwho/i, might I ask?" He had a istrong/i feeling he knew exactly who would purposely lead this innocent woman astray, and whoever this isomeone/i was, they were getting an ass kicking right off the cliff the next time he saw em.

"He did not wish to be named, so I am afraid that I must honor his wishes and withhold that information from you at this time."

Yep. That was definitely Genji.

It hadn't been that long since their conversation, and he already weaseled his way in with Satya. Might as well have topped her with a bow with how obvious his intentions were, but Mccree wasn't gonna fall for this bait. Better off letting her know that this was a prank and that she should go back to her room.

But…

She was still sitting there with with that expectant smile, a smile so sweet that he didn't ever want it out of his head. It really was getting harder and harder to tell her no. Everything was falling into place with her so quickly, and he almost hated it because he was sure that it would lead them nowhere good.

Buuuuuuut…

"Well… if you insist," he yielded, thinking that he should tattoo "Pushover" on his forehead. Satya didn't even have to do anything for him to give into her whims. Mccree kicked off his boots and was ready to toss his serape down next to it like he usually did, but with Satya there, he made it a point to hang it up carefully in the closet.

Not like she meant anything by the offer, so he shouldn't get too hung up about it. Maybe he should take a note out of her book becuase she always kept her cool that crushes were the last thing that was on the mind. At least, that's what it looked like to him.

He paused once the weight of his knees sunk into his mattress and made the springs creak. Now that he was on the bed with her, he felt a little more self-conscious. Should he have shaved? Did she even like beards? At least he was clean, but what if she didn't like the scent of his shampoo?

"This is kinda weird, isn't it?" He said with a nervous laugh, waving those stupid thoughts aside.

"Is it? I was unaware, my apologies if I have put you in an uncompromising position," she expressed, putting her hands up apologetically. "I know what it's like not to enjoy being touched when you don't want to be, I did not mean to overstep my boundaries."

"Wait, no! That's not it, you're not troubling me at all! See?" He hoped that he wasn't coming across as too eager, but he also didn't want her to think he was bothered by her. It wasn't her fault that Genji decided to cause problems on purpose. Ol' Box of Bolts can was probably out laughing it up, wherever he was. Not for long though.

"Your hair is wet."

"… Yeah, I took, uh, a shower not that long ago," Mccree said, forgetting that he hadn't actually dried his hair yet. He sat up enough so that his head wasn't on her lap, leaning all of his weight on his elbow. "If it's buggin' you out, I can always move. Lemme go get a towel, so I don't get your clothes damp."

"No, it's fine," Satya said, putting her hand on his upper chest to keep him where he was and sliding it down just below his ribcage when he settled himself back down. "I can handle this much. I just thought that you really ought brush your hair to take out the knots while your hair is still wet, rather than later."

"Wew, this some kinda luxury lap pillow service, complete with hair brushing?" he teased, doing everything in his power not to focus on the trail of her hand. Hopefully, his face wasn't as red as it was hot.

"Hmm… that is not a bad idea. Give me your brush, or comb if you prefer," she responded, looking around the room for one.

Well, that was one foot outta the grave and straight to a deeper one, wasn't it?

"I lost it," he blurted out, which wasn't completely a lie. He wouldn't even know where to look for it in the first place.

Unfortunately for him, Satya was a natural born problem solver. "Hm, I really shouldn't keep using this for little things, but a small matter shouldn't be of any harm, should it?" She said to herself as she weaved her fingers above his head, bending a small bit of light until it solidified into the form of a comb. "I will give this to you. Be sure not to lose it this time."

He was momentarily distracted by the fact that something randomly appeared before him, still amazed that she was just able to create pretty much from anything she wanted. "You really are something… What's the biggest thing you've ever made?" He asked, sliding a finger down the comb's teeth to see how real it was. Felt like a normal one, all right.

"I am an architect, so I regularly worked on blueprinting and models of our projects and technology, but with the ease of hardlight, we were able to do the manual labor ourselves," she said, taking the comb and began working on the bottom of his hair to get the knots out. For a man with beautiful hair, he should really do better to keep it that way. "So much that given a week, I could create a few sky scrapers, or at least, remodeled buildings if I was given the task. I regularly had several projects to work on at once since I was one of the top of my class."

"You should make a whole ass tower on the base, and see if anyone notices," he said with a grin, spreading his arms to indicate that she should make it tall and wide. He was actually pretty damn curious to see her work in person.

"I do not think that would be a wise decision."

"Probably not, but it sure as hell would be funny."

"…Perhaps it would be."

The mood was a lot lighter that Mccree felt a little silly for working himself up over nothing. So what if he started developing a crush on Satya? If he wasn't intending on doing anything about it, then it didn't matter if everything stayed the same as always. She was his friend first before anything.

"Do you feel more at ease?" She suddenly asked, feeling his dead weight on her. "You seem to be relaxed now. Are you feeling less fatigued after all?"

"Yeah, actually," he yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. This was a lot comfier than Mccree thought it'd be, and he could feel himself sinking further into her the more she caressed her fingertips along his scalp to part his hair for the comb. Maybe he was more tired than he thought.

Satya was delighted with his answer, and was sure to make his hair knot free in to time. Perhaps she should offer her services to him more often if what Genji told her was this satisfactory. She should thank him the next time she saw him.

He reached up and let the strands of her raven dark hair glide along his fingers. The glossy texture always felt nice against his skin. "Y'know, I didn't get to tell you earlier. I like your hair like this. You look beautiful."

"Thank you."

"Not that you don't always look beautiful! I just think different is nice on you!" He added.

"Yes, I understand."

"Speaking of different…" He had been wondering how to bring up buying clothes to her on and off the whole day. It was such an odd thing to ask out of the blue, but it was now or never. "Satya, what do you think about shopping?"

"Shopping?" She lifted a hand to her chin. "Hmm… do you mean shopping for materials? I did think that there could be some areas of improvement on the base. I have not been given official clearance to use my hardlight, so the places that need retouching would need a more manual method until then, correct? I've already made lists of what would be need to be purchased."

"No, not that kind of shopping." She really was an efficient gal all right, but it kind of stung that she would think about work before even thinking about herself. The more he learned about Vishkar, it kind of sounded like a weird, sci-fi utopian cult, and if he ever found the people that messed her life up like this, he'd make them think that prison was a luxury.

"Then do you need more supplies? Rations?" She flexed her fingers, drumming each one at a time like a wave in his hair and lightly scratched his scalp with her nails. It was quite fun to play with someone's hair, she wished she had known about this earlier. "I suppose I can run an inventory analysis if need be."

"None of that, what I was talkin' about was clothes. Y'know, for you since you don't have that much with you. I was gonna ask if you wanted to get a few things in a civilian town. Maybe sometime this weekend on our downtime since I don't think there's anything lined up for either of us that day."

"Ah. I was so accustomed to borrowing clothes at this point that I failed to put it into consideration," she conceded, already going through and deciding what she needed. "That would be beneficial to me, yes."

"Then it's a date," he mumbled, rolling onto his side, so she could brush the back of his hair. Maybe he could afford to be a little selfish, he thought as he closed his eyes

"Yes, I will write the date in my calendar," he vaguely heard her say, and then he was out like a light.