"Yeah, I know," she said. She was quite certain that him telling her that hadn't been necessary, was quite certain that she knew far better than he did how difficult it was going to be, but she didn't say anything about it. She just agreed, because after all that had happened, Cecilia wasn't about to start another argument with him. She'd had about enough arguments with Evan for a lifetime, in fact.
Cecilia sighed to herself and stood up from the armchair, suddenly feeling the need to be closer to him. The danger was over, they were in the clear and it occured to her then that it had been a very, very long time since she had touched him--that had to be some kind of crime or something. Her feet carried her effortlessly--a stark contrast to the way she'd approached him in the hall before--over to where he sat, and she stood over him for a moment before leaning down and pressing her forehead to his.
"Thank you."
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