Lover. It was definitely out there - in both of their minds. Lenalee blushed everytime she thought of him. He could feel her smiling as her chin rested against his shoulder, her arms holding him tight as if she was afraid he'd disappear if she let go.

"Me either." She sighed softly. "It's strange..that it doesn't seem strange to me, that I feel almost..frantic when I'm not with you." Maybe that was her overprotectiveness though. Her fear that he'd die. "Is that bad...? That I want to be with you like this so much?"

How could it be bad when it felt so -wonderful- to be in his arms?