Quiet moments were the ones he would always remember, always treasure. The ones where they could just be themselves, away from the secrets, the people trying to kill them, the world at large. Their own secret moments.
He leans a shoulder against the door jam, his crutch against the door, and smiles. The sun has gone down, but remnants of twilight still remain, the last light of day mingling with the lamplight and dancing off the russet curls that brush her shoulders. He wonders what she is thinking about as she stares into the distance, her chin balanced in her palm as she rests an elbow on the wooden deck rail.
"Peg," he announces his presence softly.
She turns to him with a smile, the white satin of her dress rustling. His breath catches for the tenth time that day as she steps toward him with her hand extended, inviting him to step into her world. He reaches for her, his fingers enveloping hers, and pulls her toward him, raising her hand to his lips. He lingers, his eyes holding hers, before he cradles her hand over his heart. Her breath catches now, but the smile still holds her lips. Her free hand finds its way to his neck, her thumb brushing his jaw.
"I love you," she whispers, her eyes shining in the dimming light.
The world stops for him. Time comes to a crashing halt as those words leave her lips. She is careful with her words, his Peggy. She speaks up, has a sharp tongue when she needs to, but words of affection, of love, those are few and always strongly meant. The first time he heard those words he knew he was done for. Hell, the first time he asked her out for coffee he knew he was done for and she had turned him down. She stares at him, watches his reactions as he feels the seconds slow, keeping them in this moment for as long as he can. He knows he should say something in return, but his brain is moving as slowly as the time.
"Daniel?" he hears the concern in her voice. Come on, say something. She said yes already, you idiot, said the vows a few hours ago. Say something.
"Wanna dance?"
She smiles again, the smile that says she's laughing at him, and ducks her head, her hand opening over his heart.
"Yes," she says, her face turning up to his, that smile still laughing at him. "I think I do."