"Adam."
God, it's so good to see you.
You look so tired.
I've thought about you, never stopped.
We should have had more time.
I needed time to figure out how I felt.
They should have told you I was coming.
"Ros."
You haven't changed, not really.
I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
You look great.
I missed you.
Ever since that day in the church there hasn't been a day I haven't wondered where you were.
Wondered whether you were doing ok, whether you were thinking about me too.
I wish we'd had more time. To really get to know each other, outside of work. See where things were going.
I needed to let you know I could never have deployed that syringe into your neck, I needed to regain that trust.
I need to touch you again, reassure myself you're real.
I need to do this first.
"Tranquility's that way."
I love you, I've missed you.
I waited for you.
When this is over, I'm going to hold you and not let you go.
We work better together, we'll be invincible.
I think you love me too, you know? I always could read you.
How did you find your way back to me at last?
Six months, Ros, has never seemed so long.
Things have changed around here. We got confirmation of Zaf's death, and there was a time when I thought Jo was going to die. She's going through a tough time at the moment, she could have used you.
I missed you, I loved you.
I have to go. There'll be plenty of time later for us to catch up, make up for the wasted time.
I love you.
There'll be all the time in the world to talk to you later, to realise I loved you, still do.
To tell you how much it hurt to be alone, even though for years I've had pride in how cold and detached I can be.
To hold you and kiss you and make six months evaporate.
To love you.