She looked at him, blue eyes wide as they searched his face. She didn’t know what he wanted. Why was he pressing on this?

“Because I...” She faltered, wondering what this conversation was going to do to their friendship. “The sentiment hasn’t changed, just because I’m alive. I still...” Feel the same. Feel the same way about you. Twenty kriffing years, and she hadn’t managed to set aside, let go of her feelings for him.