The nudge to get her out of the living room and into the shower came gently, but she obeyed it as if it had been her own thoughts. Such was her ease with Peter in her head. That was different; she was used to keeping him at a distance. But that wasn't true, not precisely. She knew every move and every breath of him, knew it by instinct. Evey rubbed at her temple, grabbed a pen and paper, and left a note on the kitchen table.
John, I'm having breakfast with Peter this morning. We'll find you when we're done. - E
She was waiting at the door 30 minutes later, and opened the door on the first knock.
"Hello," she said, and then embraced him as if it were natural. And it was. But it hadn't been. Not before.