The pronoun didn't go unnoticed, and Evey glanced up to him to smile briefly. We, indeed. In the center of her chest, something settled there and radiated warmth. On one hand, it felt completely natural. On the other, it felt as if it had been gone for a very long time, and this felt like a homecoming. She felt like she were stepping foot again into a dusty living room. Her hand went through her hair - longer than she'd expected.
"I want to go back to my flat," she said. She didn't mean John's but rather Agreeable Apartments, #1406. It felt like hers, but she hadn't spent a moment in the place. She sighed. At the same time, stepping foot into that place felt like leaving John. She didn't know what they ewre - she and that stern and silent man - but she'd started to think that they might find out soon. If she left his home and went to her own, she felt that their fragile connection might suffer... and die...
Her brow knit together.
There was Aidan. She looked up sharply. "How is he?" she asked, not bothering to clarify who she meant. Peter knew.