Archie's hands automatically squeeze Nisha's. He doesn't hold hands often, if ever. It's just not needed, or wanted. But this is fine. Archie makes no moves to pull away. They could stand like this all night and he wouldn't move.

That or is frightening, though. He knows what they're supposed to do in here, and it makes his pulse race. Ignore it. Avoid it. Don't say anything. Leave it unaddressed.

"You don't have to kiss me," he blurts out.