He is nervous to turn down her application.
“Cadet Hohstadt is more qualified and is the logical choice for the posting.”
“Right. I’ll find a different research position.”
She rises, steps out of his office.
That night, she wraps her arms around his waist, pushes her face into his chest.
“You are not upset.”
“You never make me wonder.” She leans up, kisses him, pulls him close. “This could be so complicated, between us. It’s not. Thank you.”
“You are not mad.” He seeks clarification, assurance.
“I’ll work harder.”
“You,” he says, cannot find more words.
“Yes,” she agrees. “You.”