The last thing on Sheehan's mind had been this moment. Even as her fingers flick open buttons, he's moved a hand to her knee, sliding it up her thigh. He didn't start the evening with this in mind - quite the opposite, actually. But he's been holding himself back from everything. From friendship, from companions, from anything resembling any sort of human connection. And the connections he's made have been hard won and hard fought. So having someone who he clicks with so easily, who is clever and witty and beautiful - that's tipped the scales for him. There wasn't a decision to actually make.