[h1][center]3 Day Time Skip[/center][/h1]

The past three days had been entirely uneventful, with both of them going back into the same rhythm they had before the moment the both needed three days prior. Of course they had been more open with each other since that moment, and occasionally he would slid his hand into hers and give it a firm squeeze just to signify that he would listen if she needed to talk again. He'd tailored every meal to her taste since he had been the one getting the food mostly, something he wanted to keep up since he had learned her tastes the day they had went out together.

Though today was a bit different as he they were shifting their details up, with her taking first watch, he had made sure the seat was turned around and had requested that she sit in the seat backwards. Once she had straddled the seat, he started the movements that he had been wanting to do since that night they had lay in the bed together for what seemed like hours, even if he had only been mere moments. His hands slowly moved over her shoulders, slowly kneading her shoulders to work out any sort of knots that she had there. What he hadn't mentioned to her was the oil he had possibly stolen the night before on the food run, so that he could give her this delicate little massage, something of a thank you for putting up with him.

He continued the soft kneading of her shoulders for a while, getting a little more stronger in the way he moved his hands if he found any knots. "Back?" Was the only word he actually said, wanting to know if she wanted him to continue the massage or not. He didn't know how receptive she was to this sort of thing, though he wanted to make sure she didn't feel overly stressed since they had been stuck in this forsaken building for days now, with no signs of anything really particular happening. He knew he was getting a bit stir-crazy, so he could only imagine how she was taking it.