Ah. Subconsciously, it seems.

[ Still, he approaches, taking her hand. But rather than taking a seat beside her, he pulls her up from the couch arm and leads her over to, what seems to be, his favorite chair. It's plush, well worn, and certainly big enough for two.

He seats himself, pulling her down to sit upon his lap. Her legs are hoisted up next until she's cradled nicely in his arms. ]