[ She's always felt it there, that current — subtly in his words, more intensely as a result of any physical contact between them, no matter how small. She doesn't know what it means that the same is true here, even now, with time and trial having removed them so often from one another's presence only for this place to have catapulted him back into her life again, at the moment when she least expected it.

She is equal parts grateful and filled with trepidation, and the latter ultimately wins out as she draws in a sharp breath, gently pulls her hand free. ]

Qualities you don't like to believe you're in possession of. [ But she knows better. ]

That's really all any of us can try and do here, now, isn't it?