Eleanor : Touch me, she thought, I'm plain and unpretty and more pregnant than I wish I was right now , you're the man Will-don't you see? A man's got to reach first.

Will : Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feeling for you.

In the end, neither of them move….(แต่ move ไปคนละทาง ha ha )