Everyone could see it, after all it was all over his face.
It was in his eyes that would warm whenever she would explain her deductions, on his lips that would curve on the small instances where she was so drained of energy that she had fallen asleep on the files she was cross referencing. It was in his expression, which would soften, even in his true persona, whenever she was closer.
She seemed average enough, her honey blond Bob stopping jut a few inches else her ears. Red eyes innocent, like a rabbit as white as the freshly fallen snow. She was brave, he'd giver her that, but irrational at times.
Yet, there was something that she possessed, which no one else did.
How is it, that someone so completely ordinary, someone who knew him not for more than two months, could possibly have more faith in him then someone who had known him for years.
How was it that she could see the good in him, when no one else could.
And that was why he had fallen in love with her, and not Hilda. Both sides of him had, placid prof and potty prof as she liked to call him.
So, when his hand was found his hand curled within her own a small gift shop by his co workers. All he did was smile and wave. Beside him Lucy's cheeks bright red as she sheepishly glanced down at her feet.