All those years they had spent traveling together, constantly arguing and teasing one another, saving each other from that loneliness that waited for them - they were one of the few things she could look back on whenever she had doubted even herself in those rare moments of her life.

She spoke his name once more, but her tone had changed from a shy whisper to huskier need. Desperation was taking its hold and she did nothing to resist it, fingers curling around the collar of his jacket.

Parting her lips and tilting her head ever so slightly to the left, Romana said his name again. It felt right, just saying it.