The possibility of thoughts flitted by

(would I first have to find)

and none of them took hold as actual thoughts.

He didn't want to risk putting an arm around her, trying to kiss her, even putting their faces too close. He dreaded presuming so would only follow. It felt all right, though, to move close enough to bump their shoulders together.

"I have no facts to follow that," he murmured back. "Except how glad I am to be here with you."