She rests her lips against his knuckles a moment, meeting his eyes, the honest affection there. She smiles at him, her own gaze softening at his words, her hand squeezing his.

“I love you too, Leonard,” she answers easily, and it occurs to her suddenly how far they’ve come. How stupid she’d been to fight whatever had lead to this. She slips out of her chair, circles around the table to tuck in against his side and pull him in for a kiss.