[ Inadvertently she leans into his touch however light and brief it is. As if her realization has amplified the way she had missed him and now any small piece, any scrap he offered would begin to fill up the spaces her forced absence had created. ]

Don't say that. What if someone takes advantage of that?

[ There's reluctance to pull her face up from her handkerchief but the need to be close makes her acquiesce. She soaks in the warmth of his palms against her damp cheeks even though she feels the familiar guilt creep in at the edges. ]

A little. [ She sniffles, trying to bring some levity to this situation. ] I'd feel better if my hat wasn't on Delores' head.