That brought a smile to his face. A real, big smile. The sort that only Miss Parker really knew how to bring out of him. He'd missed this. He didn't even realize how much he missed it.

"I was just thinking the same thing," he said. The world out there, where she was chasing him and he was running and they never managed to quite get each other. Everything between them was always almost but not quite shared. Here, forced into a different sort of relationship where they couldn't run (where he couldn't run) changed things.

He swallowed, then reached out his hand again, this time to brush a lock of her hair behind her ear.