Chris squeezes Rosy's hand back. "No, no we're not," Chris says earnestly. "We're fucking dating. That's what we're calling it. You're my girlfriend. It's really official like." And then he notices that he's got some chocolate on the back of his hand. Without unlatching their hands, he brings their joined hands to his mouth to lick the chocolate off without second guessing it. It's some good chocolate. "I only called it not casual to coax you into admitting you like me so I could admit you like me, it was a very mature turn of events, I feel."