xxxv. Sixth Sense
He can feel it when she steps in the room. It becomes statically charged, like North Carolina is this weird electrical state with currents from Mars or something. He rolls his eyes, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Big Block of Cheese Day and sleep deprivation do not go together. At all. He's decided. And he's going to petition the President to make that illegal or something. Yeah. Sure. Whatever.
Except then he hears it. Faintly. The softened noise of her heels against the carpet.
Her arms slide around him, hair in his face, and she smiles. "Working hard?"