"No." Quiet sureprise, as he (carefully) rolls his head to look at her. "You have a garden?"

That little frisson of excitement lights her up as bright as sunlight through a broad window; as bright as her enthusiasm whenever she falls to talking about some new science project. Maybe it's just because he can feel it now, too, like a sense-memory of touch racing along his skin. But god, it's a beautiful sight.

He cups the back of her head, kissing her brow.