She had settled on her side facing away from him. She glances over her shoulder as his arm winds around her waist, brow furrowed in full now. Rolling halfway onto her back, she blinks at him in the darkness.

"I — I'm confused. Y'don't hafta do that, Tommy."

Beat.

She shifts over again, not stopping until they're facing each other.

"Unless — I know y'don't wanna talk t'me, but d'you want me talkin' to you?"