An outright denial would have been less of a surprise than what initially seemed like a lack of any reaction whatsoever. Ace opened his mouth again, ready to explain, instead casting his eyes down to what he knew was their intertwined fingers, for he felt her gentle touch even if the darkness has twisted his sense of perception.

The blond just sat there for a longer moment, having suddenly grown more conscious of their proximity than he had been ever before as she eased herself into his arms, eliciting a long, soft sigh. Even if each of them were to lie on their side, the insufficient amount of space would still require them to remain pressed against one another - surely, Tear would have been forced to take that into consideration before she agreed, the boy silently hoped.

He shifted on the couch, letting out a quiet, nervous chuckle that quickly faded, however, once he lay down to rest his head against the surface of the cushions, delicately pulling her along with him; though the initiative might have been his, the movements remained mindful of her comfort. One arm soon wrapped securely around her back in order to keep her from falling, and pull her closer if the situation so required, but never too much, or too suddenly. Frankly, the further he went, it only became less and less clear how to maintain any sort of position against the light tremble that had overtaken his fingers, and so he would find himself depending on her cues as well.

... Let's not even get started on figuring out what to do with the blanket.