She sat cross-legged on his bed as she waited, fidgeting with her hands. [i]Why am I fidgety?[/i] When he returned not too long later, she tensed up again, watching him as he set the cake down. “I thought that was just me,” she confessed, a little relieved he felt the same way. “And yeah. Strange. But—good strange.” She moved to give him more space, then lay down, her hands on her sides as she waited for him to join her.