He didn't know when it had started happening, but he was certain that it had been happening consistently since it started.
It only ever happened when he walked past her— she never seemed to walk past him, although he was sure that he'd have the same reaction if she did. He would get close to her— anywhere from six or seven feet to six or seven inches, and he could feel a pull on his chest, right near his heart. He assumed it was his heart. He hoped it was. If it wasn't, then he would need to go have Poppy check him over.
Whenever he got close to her, he could feel his heart reaching out to hers. Pulling, straining against his body to connect with her. He often wondered if she felt the same thing. He very well couldn't ask her if she did, but he began to take notice that there were times where she would stiffen up near him, a hand rubbing her chest and a small, private smile fighting to get out from its hidden spot just behind her lips. He wondered if she was feeling something reaching out, too. Something reaching out for him just as he was reaching out for her.