Some vague, theoretically rational part of his mind wants to insist that this is a bad idea, but he can't come up with any reasons that hold water. So maybe the rational part of him is the part that's looking at this as a reminder that taking chances isn't a bad thing. That they've only got so much time to spend. He's still a little hesitant, for a million reasons-- because he doesn't want there to be any doubt of what he wants, because he doesn't want this to be a byproduct of grief, because he's not used to navigating emotional intimacy and it seems way too complicated to add something physical into the mix-- but after everything he's finally getting better at putting this out of his mind.

All of this dramatic, philosophical thought is totally derailed when she kicks him, and he gasps against her even as she giggles-- not that it hurts particularly, this bed's big but not big enough for her to have much leverage, especially since they're practically falling on each other-- but because it's unexpected. He huffs a laugh right back at her and tries to shift to give her a little more room to maneuver her arm, which is actually a terrible idea because matresses aren't terribly stable, so all he really does is exacerbate the dip between them.

Luckily he'll forgive her if she rolls into him.