Their lips met before their eyes. It was quick, clean, and crisp as the morning dew. He didn’t expect it; as they’d never- never even thought- but it was like sipping on the sweetest nectar. 

"You’re back- Bumbling in the dark, broken, bruised fingers. When will she come back? Flies caught in a spider’s web, I scratch at the window sill wishing I could push the voices out, venom; vipers in the midst- I…" His eyes searched hers, "missed you." He said, relief so strong it felt like he’d wash away with it, filling him up, flooding over.

"Even an army of demons could’t keep me away." She said with a smile.