Aw man, this is a pleasure and v. true to them.

He smirks. He fancies he could probably watch her like that for hours, engrave her features in his memory.

But instead he silently raises himself off the cot, makes his way across the basement and up the stairs. Closes the door behind him.

Lovely and, again, true bit of character-arc growth there. Nice evocation. Really.

PS: Not that shippy, but still!

THAT'S WHY YOU'RE MY FAVORITE SHIPPER let's be honest. ♥