"No. No 'I want' or 'I don't want' or dancing around it. Simple question, simple answer." She draws him in like poison gas, breathing down every waft of uncertainty. Swallows it back and down while her fingers comb through his hair, tap against his topmost port. This needn't be complicated. They both have far, far too much of complication. "Yes or no."

Yes had been implied, certainly, with how he clung, how he spoke, how he looked at her- but no more implications. No more inferences. No more nuance. No more subtlety. No more fucking complications. Just.

Yes or no.

There is nothing in the world more simple.