Elliot threw her head back and whined, "But you smeeeeell."

She looked at him and laughed a little again. There were still tears in her eyes and her hands still shook but she was trying to make light of it. Trying to make it seem, make herself seem, better than it was. She took his hand in her's, before looking up at him, "We.... don't have to let go of each other to shower..."

She rested her head against his chest, he was right. She really didn't want to let go of him. She felt like if she did, she'd fall apart, like he was the last string holding her together.