It wasn't out of any real effort, but over time, he'd learned that the better he made it for her, the better she made it for him. It was the type of lesson most learn when they're still children. More flies with honey, that sort of thing.

He was and always would be a late bloomer when social skills were involved.

When she held out her hand to him he didn't take it, but he crawled closer, slipping a hand between her knees and nudging them apart.

If he saw the look in her eyes, he pretended not to notice.