She's confident, she knows what she wants to say, she's rehearsed it in her head every night since he left, thinking if he ever came back, if they ever got back to this point, she would let him have it. Her words are stumbling out quick and messy. "You dropped a bomb on me, you told me exactly what I had been waiting to hear for three years. But I was so scared. So fucking scared!" He's taken aback by her use of the word fuck; he's never heard her be so vulgar. It's passionate, and pretty hot. Again, not the time Jim, he's mentally kicking himself.
"You didn't give me a chance to process anything Jim, you said it, you kissed me and you were gone." She's not sure when she started yelling, she feels the tears start, but she refuses to cry. "And I get it, I get why you left, but if you would have just given me the chance to sort my life out then this whole situation could have be-" Her words are cut off by his lips. His hand coming up to tangle in her still damp hair.
He lets go of her mouth reluctantly with a pop, it makes her giggle, he's never heard her giggle like that. And he laughs, smiling from ear to ear, God it's not a funny situation, none of it is, but to hear her laugh, see her smile, and feel her lips against his is something he will never be able to explain. His eyes sadden as he reaches out to stroke her bruised face, finger tips brushing against the handprint around her neck. She gets it, she knows, she covers his hand with her own.
"I wasn't don't yelling at you" she jokes. He smiles putting his forehead to hers "I know, but if I'm hearing what you're saying correctly Beesly, then we have our whole lives to yell and fight. All I care about right now is being here. Being...home" There's that word again. "You know I love you right Halpert" and she's nervous as she says it, she doesn't know why.
Maybe because just this morning if you would have asked her where they stood she would have painfully told you about how good their friendship is.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that."