“ annie, ” she said in that voice where she’s at least trying to chide him for such words, but there’s an underlying softness in her voice. a certain gentleness reserved for only him, one that can only be built upon years of knowing each other and then being reunited. as much as she doesn’t want to distract either one of them from their important occupations, even she can’t deny that he never far from her thoughts, nor was his stolen kiss. there was always a voice in the back of her mind whispering his name and reminding her of the tingling on her lips, reminding her of her own regret at the thought of breaking away. his sweet words take away her ability to scold him for such, and instead she looks down, that same small smile on her face. “ and one day, may you be able to. ”