[Dishes in the sink, fingers on the counter, and she realizes that she's bracing herself for whatever Eddie's going to say. And she knows she should be beyond whatever it is, thinks of Destiny telling her that he doesn't have to tell her anything that she already knows. And she could push, in the way she has of knowing, and know what he's going to say as he says it, but she just lets it come.
And it's not what she's expecting. Not really. It earns a laughing exhale, and then she's stepping to put her arms over his shoulders, drawing him close so that she can hug him.] I missed you. [It's a whisper, and it's not just for the time he was away, but for all the time before that, too.]