Hannah moved her arms, lacing them around his neck again as he hugged her so close; she could feel his bone and his muscle and his heartbeat when he held her this tight. Her head still tucked on his shoulder, she nuzzled her nose against his neck. "You're a silly mandrake, when I blush, I turn the color of a radish, not radiant," she giggled.
She lifted her head to look back at him. He always seemed to be looking right into her, seeing everything she saw as bad and broken and refusing to call her anything but good and whole. She was holding herself together in the wake of Miles with emotional Spell-o-Tape, denying every sad feeling because she absolutely refused to ruin this moment for Neville: he deserved something truly special, because he made her feel not just special and adored and full...he could make her feel normal. Not bad. Not broken. He could see way deep inside of her, and he came back saying that she was his.
With a tilt of her head, Hannah kissed him, running one of her hands into his hair. She thought idly about coming out here with Neville in a year or two, tending to all of these plants, the dogs barking and circling the greenhouse. Their greenhouse. Stay like this forever... "Okay," she sighed happily as she took a breath, finding his eyes again. "Let's do that."