Everything in her halts and stutters, her hand freezing beneath Gideon's touch, her chest growing tight with the sudden catch of her breath. It's the simplest question, but everything about it makes her want to hold still until the threat of it passes. It takes all her effort to drink from her mug, to turn her wrist away from the soft pressure of Gideon's fingertips and curl her hand safely in her lap.

"We go out plenty, Nav. How many times have you dragged me to the beach, or that...park in the center of the city?"