[Still a little vague - it could be any number of things, her feeling happy and safe or her spending the night or whatever it was they had going before everything went to hell - and even though there's a flicker of confusion he doesn't ask her to specify. The answer's the same regardless of what it is.]
Want.
[His blush rockets up to eleven when he realizes how forward that is. He clears his throat, fixes it.]
no subject
Want.
[His blush rockets up to eleven when he realizes how forward that is. He clears his throat, fixes it.]
Uh - wanted, yeah.