[ Seeing her smile, the way tears just gather at the corner of her eyes, and hearing her say his name and call him special...it's something else, and warmth blossoms where doubt had fled. He becomes distinctly - almost singularly - aware of their linked hands for the first time, but the awareness doesn't bring the usual onslaught of butterflies in the stomach.Everything about this - everything about her seems to be an exception to the norm for him, and this feeling is no different.

Maybe he has no idea what he's doing, but maybe he's doing okay.

His smile grows to match hers as he nods slowly. ]

You got it. And whenever you want to talk - about anything, even what you had for breakfast or something - I'm here to listen.

[ ...Okay, and maybe now they can worry about getting off this bridge. ]

I've got a little ghost-free base set up not too far from here. I can take you there, if you want.