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It was the small things he did to try to show her that he cared. He knew how she liked her coffee, when she'd prefer tea over coffee, when she needed a stiff drink. Each time it was needed he provided it. A supply of her favourite chocolate was kept in his desk to be shared during long paperwork-filled nights. Occasionally she had commented on his sweet tooth, being unaware that the stock was kept just for her. He always made sure to hold doors for her. Depending on her mood she either smiled her thanks or rolled her eyes. He could not decide which reaction he liked more.
But it wasn't enough. He wanted to do more. Wanted to be more. To truly comfort her at the end of a difficult case. To hold her as she wept. When he hugged her he wanted it to be more than a hug one friend would give another. He wanted to kiss more than her cheek, or her forehead. But until he could do more he would have to allow his actions to speak for him. It was the little things that mattered after all.
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