Rob instinctually rubbed the side of his neck, as he would do when stressed. "I have," he agreed solemnly. "And I should've...should've been here." Touring with the band had been, in part, his way of putting off his return to England. But he shouldn't have waited eight years, six of which had been after the war was finished.
God, he had missed that blush. It was silly little things like that which he loved about Verity, and he noticed them. "I'm so sorry I didn't come back, that I didn't write," he said quietly, looking down as if he was a small boy being reprimanded.