Daphne giggled. "Or perhaps I could just get used to Bletchley, hmm?"
She smiled at him, kissing his thumb as he it brushed over her lips. "I don't think we're doing to shabby of a job," she said, probably a bit too happy that he wanted her around for awhile longer.
Daphne wondered what this all meant. Even if the fact that she was married to him was left out of the picture, this was by far the closest thing she'd had to a real relationship. And, strangely, it felt kind of nice. Or was that just the bond too?
They sat there for awhile, just enjoying the others' presence, before Miles brought her back to reality. "Yes, you're probably right," she said, looking resigned.
She slipped out of his grip, already missing the touch of his skin as she headed for the door. "Friday..." she murmured almost to herself. She wasn't looking forward to this at all.