Something... changed in Eric's demeanor. His eyelids lowered; his brow smoothed out, easing away the creases of worry and anger. And was it her imagination, or was he on the verge of a smile? Warily, Amber watched as he approached; she was in no mood for a hug and if he tried, she'd push him away. It'd be too fast, too soon. But all Eric did was reach out, gently lacing his fingers round hers. Even that much was almost too much and, heart in throat, Amber reluctantly let him hold her hand, tense with the anticipation of what might come next.

She nodded, glad that Eric at least knew they couldn't erase the past few days. And if he was holding her hand, insisting they weren't over yet, did he mean to conciliate their fight with their other feelings? Amber wasn't sure she herself could, but... she'd been willing to try, and if Eric was too.... Amber looked down at their fingers, at the pattern their skins created together, entwined. He always was so warm.

Their first date. Amber smiled despite herself. Everything had been so simple that night: she'd been in for a quick, fun fuck and her gorgeous partner did exactly what she wanted, and when she wanted it. Except that her partner became Eric. While he did often acquiesce to her, sometimes he didn't, and... that didn't mean Amber wanted to give up on him entirely.

Amber took a deep breath, understanding. They'd fought-- again-- and it still wasn't the end of the world. That simple conclusion relaxed her. Shoulders dropping and bowing her head, she let herself press her forehead against Eric's shoulder, their hands caught between them. "Okay." She was still figuring out what 'making it work' meant, but if it was what they'd been doing so far, Amber could keep on doing more of the same. "Me too." She looked up again into Eric's dark-brown eyes and once more her heart raced.