She'd probably be surprised how unusual it isn't, really.

Ben rests a hand on her knee, uses the other one to brush her hair away from her face. "We'll just have to teach each other," he says, happy to be the teacher in some respects.

"I know I'm not good at communicating," he adds, "especially things I've learned I shouldn't admit to. And it's worse, now that I hide out of habit."