Demetrio's POV
She was in the supply room with the inventory ledger, which was either a coincidence or the specific place she went when she needed to think with her hands occupied, and I had learned enough about her patterns to suspect it was the latter.
She looked up when I came in and the surprise on her face moved through several things before settling on the warm version, the one that arrived when she had decided something was good news and was not going to pretend otherwise.
I crossed the room and pulled her in before she had finished deciding whether to say anything, and she came without the usual negotiation, her arms going around my waist with the ease of someone whose body had made the decision independently of whatever her head was working through.
"I didn't expect you today," she said, against my chest.
"Neither did I," I said, into her hair.
