"Mm," he agrees, holding onto her. He has no idea what was going on in her head when she got distracted, but he can understand the feeling. If the visions were anything like the one he'd just had, they seemed to hit somewhere deeper than the usual mind, right down at the nerves. Even thinking about them was like poking an aching tooth with your tongue.

"We should go back inside." He doesn't make any attempt to move - he's enjoying being held onto like this. How long has it been? "But, uh, I think you ought to give me your number."