Neville followed her willingly, wrapping her hand with his and squeezing it. He let the door shut behind them, and then grinned as he tugged her back. "I'm not done holding you, miss."
He wrapped his arms around her once more, breathing in her familiar scent and letting himself start to relax. Now it really didn't matter if he never went back home; Hannah was here and that made this place home. Sighing, Neville looked down at her, taking stock of her face, the length of her hair, if she had that scratch on her shoulder from the cat just a few months ago. She did. "When was it, when you were brought here? I mean, the date at home?"
Neville slid his arm over her shoulders and walked them towards the sofa, sitting and then wrapping his arms around her again. It was beyond good to have her here.