[Dirk easily adjusts his arms to let her nestle up against him. It's a perfectly comfortable position, strange only the way all nearness is strange. He likes it, though.

His eyes flicker down to her as she speaks. He wants to kiss her again (a soft press of mouth to the top of her head) but again he decides not to. Take time. Let Roxy set the pace. Try not to ruin another relationship because you don't understand how people really feel about things. Instead, he settles on expressing his gratitude with a light squeeze of his arms.]

Can we call that an open offer? I'm not feeling ready to go full concert mode on the feelings jamming myself right now. But... [Ah. This is hard. But no, he wants to do this.] It'd be pretty cool if we could talk when I get a brutal case of the feelings. Since we're making these piles a thing.