Part of her wants to lean in, to take his face in both hands and kiss that silly little smile right off his face. It's a war between her sensibilities and her impulses and in the end her sensibilities win- but not before she leans in to rest her forehead on his shoulder to tell the story, no compulsion needed.

"You're the worst." She says with nothing but fondness in her voice. "So...we're not the only ones here. Jon, Martin, Gerard Keay-" She frowns, her grip on Tim's hand tightening slightly. "Elias." But he's not important right now. She's not giving him any more of her attention than she has to.

"A few weeks before I woke up in Deerington, a market popped up in town and one of the booths sold a special rose chocolate. Martin bought some, stored it a cabinet and forgot about it. I've been staying with him and Jon for the past little while since my place got a bit smashed up but I had no idea there was anything hidden away in the kitchen."

She runs her thumb over his knuckles, taking in all the small details of the feel of his scars, the slightly sweet smell of marshmallow and smoke still clinging to his shirt before she continues.

"Not until the other week for Jon's birthday."