And I can hear my noise getting quieter.
I look down to our hands. Her skin is soft against mine, a cooler temperature than before her fever. I want to take it and press it against my mouth and just breathe in the smell of her.
I look back up to her.
My mind is just overwhelmed with how beautiful she looks, so much stronger after all that illness.
My eyes stray to her neck and I find I want to touch it, just there-
And then my mind races and I want to take her in my arms and-
And I realise she's reading my noise.
"Oh, God," I say, looking away suddenly. "Viola, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
I can feel my face getting hot and curse myself but then she puts her hand on the back of my neck.
"Viola-?" I say, confused.
And she pulls herself towards me-
And she kisses me.
And my noise opens up and overspills with her name.