"Years," he said again, thoughtfully. "And she's never acted for a second like there wasn't a world of difference between us. She never mixed us up. Not even once." And she hadn't. Angie had been one of the only not-Weasleys who'd ever got them right every single time. Even their mother confused them sometimes.
"Yeah. She hasn't said anything about how it happened, but she's moved her things back. She never gave up her lease." He dragged a hand through his hair. "I figure she'll tell me when she wants me to know.
"And she says she loves me. I'd be mad not to give this whole thing a go, right? I mean, through every shit relationship I've tried to keep limping along, she's been there."