Edgar mirroring her smile, reaching out and running his fingers through her loose hair. "I love you, too," he replied quietly. He could remembering when he first started to notice Calypso in that way, back in fifth year, when he followed her around like a puppy, insisting on carrying her books from class to class, and sticking little, silly notes in her school bag. He still stuck notes all around the house for her to find, a tradition he was unable to stop because of the way it made her smile.
They'd been through a lot together in the last few years, especially since his role in the Order had grown. She knew him well, and he liked to think that he knew her well as well; at least enough to know what he could and couldn't say that would upset her.