He watches her expression soften, just as he's swallowing a bite of crepe, and though he can't know what she's thinking he knows that she's every bit as present in this moment as he is.

Despite the parts of their names that don't fit them, despite all those nosy texts, despite the unhappy memories--they keep making their way back to each other, leaning into one another for support.

His fingers skim over her cheekbone as he tucks a lock of hair back behind her ear. It's a little easier to reach out to her every time he does it.