She reaches to her own desk's top drawer, withdraws a card and adds her cell number to the back. It is offered out to him as she slips around the desk to come and help him on with his coat. Compulsion, smoothing the lapels, adjusting the collar. How easy would it be to lift her hands from near his collarbones to twine them around his nape. She sways.. her fingers tremble but for now she resists.
Her eyes lift to meet his own and a small nod is given.
"When we are both more ourselves." although she is entirely herself, it's hard to admit to.