Of course Eric's expression trembled at her calling out the fact that they both had issues trusting each other. From the wince of his eyes to the way his buccinator muscle clenched, Amber couldn't tell if didn't believe that she did trust him or if his pride was hurt to have the accusation reflected back at him. Not that it was meant to be an accusation, just a statement of facts. Why pretend something if it’d bring them no greater good? "We just need time, to get to know each other better." They were doing better already, weren't they? Just this morning they'd have torn each other's throats out, and now they were quibbling over how much bodily contact was too much or not enough. "I'm not saying I won't ever trust you." They could learn.

Starting now, it seemed. Amber half-snorted, half laughed when Eric fell towards the couch once she offered to go back to hugging, looking not unlike a puppy with a ball, a wagging tail, and a hopeful expression. He was determined, she had to give him that much. This time she was more than fine with following his lead, unfolding her legs and settling down next to him. "See?" she said. "Slow doesn't mean 'never.'" It was pretty cozy, Amber had to admit. Her back to him, it was like they were about to fall asleep, feeling and hearing every breath he took. Though being the same height implied certain logistical difficulties. "Can you see the TV?" And there’d be no more wine like this.