Always touching her cheeks or throat or chest. Elbows tucked in. Comfortable, yet somehow not. She wants to know what Matt is thinking. She almost asks, then stops.
Couples ask that question a lot.
Instead, she asks about the movie they just saw. Fear, no not fear, discontentment perhaps. In-between the couple, a painting hangs. The yellow walls, which were once off white, afford no comfort in this place. It's best not to look at them, they only bring thoughts which should remain where they are.