Comfort is the goal, and a warm place against one another is certainly one of the better options. Amelia leans in comfortably, sipping at her cocoa as she lets him find his words again. She smiles when he mentions chocolate being such a good thing, and then laughs softly at the mention of their first meeting.

"I certainly didn't expect us to meet or bond over chocolate that Yule," she jokes. His kiss earns a small, happy sound before she looks up at him. "I expected even less that it would lead us here, but I'm glad it did."

It feels like a lifetime ago, now that she thinks on it more. Less than five years from meeting one another, and now they share their hearts and a home. She was so certain then that she wasn't meant for love, even months after Harley had asked to end their relationship. She was lost, too, without knowing that she was. Trapped in ways of thinking that were as destructive as her blades. Now they only threaten to overtake her, but don't completely hold sway.

She never could have made it this far without him. Even as friends, she would've come to his aid if he'd called on a night like this. It's astounding that it all started with a box of chocolates and a party she didn't know she was wandering into.

She exhales a soft breath as she rests her head against his shoulder, still smiling to herself. "I'm happy to be here with no exceptions. Nowhere else could ever feel like home to me again." Another breath, and she peers over his shoulder. "I'm here when you're ready to talk about it. You won't scare me off with talking of a dream."