He'll sit down next to her, obviously, close enough to press his thigh against hers - and Flapjack hop-hops into Taylor's lap.

Hunter's hands rest in his lap, fiddling gently together as Taylor talks, watching her with warm concern. "But now you know that," he says quietly. "So you can... start thinking about why you're doing something, instead of just going with it because you believe that every idea in your head belongs to you. Which-" he gives a soft huff. "It's scary, right? Not knowing whether the thoughts in your head are yours or not."