It really wasn't just the yogurt. It was the fact hat he'd been looking out for her. He always did. And the way he'd said it, like he was afraid to acknowledge that he knew so much about her habits, about her. Like he couldn't admit he thought about her. Even though she knew he did.

And there were other things. The way his eyes lit up when they schemed together. He was always so happy. Patient, but not patronizing.

He just understood her, in a way that no one ever had. A way that Roy never came close to.