She pulls out the other chair and sits with a faint sigh, then leans her elbows onto the table and sets her chin on her folded hands, studying him.

This whole time, she hasn't been able to look away for long; now she lets herself drink him in like she's wanted to for six long weeks. "It's really good to see you," she says, softly, after a long moment.

His eyes look more blue than gray today. She didn't quite manage to nail down the color when she thought about it before, trying to picture him like she had so often over the last month and a half of being on her own.

There are so many questions to ask, and things to be said, and confessions to be made, but for this one moment, she just basks in the simple happiness of being here with him at all.