Why wouldn't she be okay?

(Don't answer that.)

Harley was just... basking, really. Enjoying how easy it was to kiss him. Mussing up his hair in a predictably spectacular fashion, while leaning against him so heavily that if she hadn't already been on his lap, she should've been trying to climb into it. Taking all of the touching he had to give, and only lamenting the onesie situation because it didn't offer much of a chance for skin-to-skin contact.