She squeezes his fingers in her own where he’s threaded them together. It’s a balm on her nerves, the affection from him so genuine and pure. “And I appreciate it. More than words can say,” and she means it.

“Okay,” she nods a little at the warning. “Thank you… for coming to tell me.” she releases his hand, but stays close to him as they walk through the hallway. “Breakfast?” she tips her head up at him. It seemed the best cap off to the morning, at least.