[She's tense at that, but it's only for a moment. Moving her hand back, she trails it against his arm, up to where his hand is, against her face. The pads of her fingers dragging over the side of his hand, she turns her eyes up.] You really mean that, don't you?

Christ. [Swallowing the lump in her throat, she shifts a little, leans up just to nose against his jaw. For a moment she doesn't mind the beard, then she's turning her head away, letting out a little breath.] Don't think I could ever not want a thing with you, Tex.

You fine with that?