[ He's not the only one to have had dreams like this, reunions friendly and not so much, and some well beyond the lines they drew for the sake of missions and protocol.

Where do such lines fall now, if they exist at all? ]

...Well, I'm here now.

[ She tugs his hand over, closer, until she can rest his knuckles against her cheek, letting her eyes fall half-closed as she presses against him. Though she can't help the twitch at the corner of her mouth at the mention of York's second house guest. ]

He and I have an understanding. He won't be spying, if that's your concern. [not on them, anyway. Lips part to say more, before a yawn interrupts, and by the time it's done, she's forgotten what she was going to say] ...m'night, Tayl'r.. I missed you..