There’s a stark difference in the way he is now and how he’d been that first time; he seems to be making an attempt to heed her words. At a minimum, he’s not frenzied. He steps into the shower with her and she adjusts to the feeling of him at her back, shivers at the sensation of him staring — and sighs when she finally feels him bracket her hips with both hands and lean in.

“How bad?” She asks, just barely able to be heard over the sound of the water. “It’s distracting, for me. But not terrible.”

Not like before, in the field, when she couldn’t hardly breathe.