[ Being together as long as they have means she doesn't have to put on a show for him, not really. But the advantage is, when she wants to, she knows just how. (And, really, they're lucky; she likes to touch him as much as he likes to be touched. Maybe his tactile habits rubbed off on her over the years.)

The smiles, though, are all genuine. How could they not be, when they're here like this?

She hums thoughtfully. ]

They say you're an expert on that kind of thing.

[ and he's an expert in her as well; the way she relaxes into his touch is unmistakable, her gaze flitting to his broad hand spread over her. She shrugs the robe off her shoulder so it puddles around her, caught still on an elbow but doing nothing to cover her up. Maybe living out in the sticks was the right idea. ]

Sure you don't want to keep going until we can cross off every state? We must be close.