Maybe it is lame, but it's also a relief to hear her say. I laugh, a rush of expelled breath I hadn't realised I was holding. Hopefully she doesn't think I'm laughing at her, because I'm not; or rather I'm laughing at us.

"I don't think I could have made that any more awkward if I tried," I say, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against hers for just a moment. "Unless I put on that tinfoil hat I made earlier..."