She was so good at being a reporter. She had the drive, and she knew that Ben would be proud of her. That didn't change how much, some days, she wanted her life back where she wasn't actually being paid, but was definitely eating well.

And she was happy.

His fingers slotting against hers was good. Better than maybe it should have been. Part of her thought she should pull away, take more time, try and figure this all out without letting her emotions win out. Except her emotions, her heart, was all she wanted to listen to.

So her fingers curled against his, as she stepped away, chest aching at that moment and not wanting to do that. Not at all, yet she moved easily at his side. That felt right, familiar, and that alone made her eyes sting once more. She was glad for the rain to cover the slow, needy tears that traced her cheeks, unable to stop them from dampening her lashes.

"Right. Higher," she said, glancing at him. That hurt a bit, not that he wanted to, but that was still a reminder, trying to cope with that and what that meant to her life now, and could mean to them in the future.

"So what? I should stand here and wait for you?"

She wouldn't admit how much that scared her, that he would ascend to the roof and then how long would it be before she saw him again. Her fingers loosened on his though. "The roof access door is on the left.