"I mean, I'm not..." Trunks started, hands linked as they entered. "I'm not that nervous. It's just still a little overwhelming, to be around so many people."

She really didn't have to buy him clothes--but it was an argument he couldn't win. And Trunks knew it. He'd very much appreciated the quiet days, and in between catching up, he'd asked her for more info on her world. What were the usual customs? How should he act?

Most of all he'd taken solace just laying with her in his arms again.