[ sally lifts her head again to give him a look (not entirely unlike this sentiment here) translating loosely to 'ugh, why are you so great, stop that because it's gross'. then she loops her arms around his neck to drag his head in closer so she can plant a kiss in the mess of hair above his ear, because there's no way that isn't stupid and sappy to tell him how much she appreciates the thought.

then her head's back down on his shoulder, though she hasn't extricated her arms quite yet. ] Space isn't s'posed to be, and it's seriously just the stupidest of stupid things, [ she says, and it hangs there unfinished for a second. then: ] Times like this, I almost wish I wanted to go back. Like, even 5% wanted to go. [ but she doesn't, is what she's saying. not even now, she doesn't. ]