Johan watched her as she moved and planned her jump, appearing to be very familiar with what she was doing - meaning in just a moment, he'd be alone for a while if he chose to not go with her. After that, he'd have some time to himself for just a little (that was what being alone meant, after all) at which point she would return, they would huddle up like usual or something like that, and eventuall fall asleep.

He supposed that meant, technically, the date was over, if they were just going to be going to sleep now. Or once she returned, anyway. A part of him wanted to just out and out ask, in a childish whine, "Already?" and maybe they could talk for a little more, but would that even count? Did it matter whether or not it was still the date? It wasn't like they wouldn't be spending time together just because he'd be dressed up while she'd be in her normal clothes, after all, and they'd still be under the stars, and...

... And while his brain was discussing what to do, his body had gone ahead and reached out to take hold of her arm, making the decision for him.