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A/N: I'm so sorry this has taken me an eternity to update! Training to be a primary school teacher has completely cut down my writing time (especially recently seeing as I've been on placement for the entire half term) and I hate that.
"Your ears are tuned to her voice. You could pick her out in a sea of thousands. Her voice makes the pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. Her voice makes everything else sound ordinary."
Six months.
Six whole months she's been at the agency and he's astounded himself at how already he just has to hear one word come out of her mouth and he automatically gravitates towards the sound of her voice. She could be sitting there at her desk reading the phonebook out loud and he would be utterly captivated.
Her probie period is virtually up and from the second he becomes aware of that, the worry that she's going to thank him and head back to Air Force One at any given moment frequents his mind far more often than he'd like to admit. Her voice is the honey in his tea when he's sick, soothing every fibre of his being when he hears it and making him so much better when he's feeling godawful.
He never, ever wants to give up that luxury of listening to her talk.
(Unbeknownst to him though, there will soon come a time where the silence that comes from the absence of his morning instantly being brightened when he first hears her voice is so deafening that it feels like it's slowly killing him inside.)
