i am not a hero (but i will accept it from you)…

He’s surprised when she tells him but can’t keep the smile off his face, watching her car follow him home.  Soft whispers in his ear are something new and he holds her hand tightly as he unlocks the door and sends Mose out for the night. 

It’s (not) the same, her hand grazing the outside of his thigh in the break room, secret smiles and she still watches him from the photocopier. 

I can see the day when we tell everyone...