[His hand is warm and alive as she closes her fingers around his.]

What makes you think that? Was it the monsters or the baseball field in the middle of Canada that tipped you off?

[She pauses for just a moment, and then she can't keep up the pretense of keeping her cool around him. Life's too short. She lets go of his hand just long enough to throw her arms around him and hold him as close as she can, fiercely hiding her face against his shirt so he can't see that she's crying in earnest now.]

I missed you so much, you stupid, stupid idiot.

[Her voice catches and is muffled against his chest, and she just closes her eyes and lets the familiar scent of him- laced with coffee as always- wash over her.]