Sadako just smiled and wrapped her arms around his torso, letting her head rest against his side as they walked. She never felt small until she and Sweeney held each other. In Japan, she was an average height, where apparently everywhere else, she was petite.
She tried not to let her thoughts too obviously drift to what he'd been thinking of earlier in the night. She wanted him to be surprised, to not know everything she wanted. To that end, she tried not to probe his mind for thoughts, just let the loud purposeful ones hit her.
The little flat on Fleet Street actually did feel like home to her, as much as any place had. She'd lived with him long enough for her echoes to be left in all of the rooms. She knew she'd never outweigh the echoes that had been left there so many years ago, but she didn't want to. Without that pain, without that strife, he wouldn't be the same. And without that blood on his hands, she didn't know if she would have loved him.
She shuffled on, smiling into his chest, letting him lead. She simply moved her legs and walked alongside.