Jeridandridge

People usually talk about the way characters look at each other in a romantic context (and there's nothing wrong with that so don't get on your high horse or anything) but I LOVE this separate familial genre of looking at someone with stars in your eyes because like

Yeah, sex is fun and all that, but lately I crave just being in bed with someone—with both of us in our underwear, a movie playing in the background, her body pressed against mine. My hands roaming her body, not in a sexual way, but just feeling her warmth, every scar, freckle, and mole. Enjoying the company, whispering to each other like we might wake someone up, laughing at dumb jokes or something that happened in the movie. The moonlight pouring in through the window, lighting up her body and making me even more mesmerized… her beautiful eyes locked on mine, that shy little smile, cheeks flushed from the intensity of my gaze, which would absolutely melt me. And without being able to help myself, I’d kiss her softly, my hand gently squeezing her waist, like I’m scared to break her, even though I know she’s not made of glass.

I haven't seen Project Hail Mary yet but I am now reading the book and oh my God, does Andy Weir ever understand scientists. I'm at the point where Grace just figured out that he is one despite not knowing his own name, and everything about his thought process right now screams scientist.