Laurel inhaled and took a gulp of air, "Ollie..." she told him softly, "it was years between Tommy's death and..." she shook her head, "mine." Her hand moved to rubbing her face again, but she stepped forward, her hand touched his face, "you did though," she said softly, "you might even now."
Her thumb brushed over his cheek, a small smile graced her lips, "but I do love you."