“What was that about?”
“What?”
“Don’t give me that look; you know exactly what I am talking about”
“Oh, the kiss.”
“Yes, the kiss.”
“Oh nothing, Phoebe dared me. Don’t wave to her; she’s incorrigible as it is. She and my mother probably hatched this as a way to get us together. Hey! What did I say don’t wave, and stop giving her the thumbs up sign”
“Chakotay?”
“Yes?”
“Your arm is still around me, you can let go now.”
“No, I kind of like it there. It looks like it belongs.”
“Does it?”
“I think so, and you know what else? I think you put on a very poor show with that little peck on my cheek. See how disappointed Phoebe looks.”
“No, I think she’s looking very smug. What…? Mmmph…ummm. Hmmm. Now that you mention it she does look kind of disappointed, I think we should try it again”
“And again!”
=/=
“Again?”
“Mmmm, and again. Just getting it right. You have accused me of being the perfectionist.