Catherine also felt a sense of comfort sharing that space with William again. It just felt right, as they entered the place, with the same furniture, the same kettle, the same stove, even the same cups. That one cup, chipped on the lip, she had always preferred it indeed. It had become sort of a tradition. They sat, they drank tea together, and they talked about... anything. About dreams, about what they felt, their fears, what they wanted for the future... A blush came to Catherine's cheeks as she remembered that comfortable intimacy. They were so young back then... Things were different now.<br/><br/>She was about to pick up the kettle to be filled, when William sat on the bench and motioned for her to sit down. Everything else could wait, since he wanted her by his side. As they did when they were younger, she sat as close to him as possible. Her excuse had always been that she did not want to risk sitting on the other edge, with the wobbly leg, and fall. But they both knew that even if the leg was fixed, she would still sit on the same spot.<br/><br/>"I believe you used to favor whatever I did", she answered, laughing softly. "You were not nearly as stubborn as I was, so you ended up letting me do whatever I wanted."<br/><br/>The words on being like they were in the past and more seemed to echo in Catherine's heart. She also hoped that they could share that same intimacy, those same strong bonds. Maybe even stronger. After all, she had kept herself away from any suitors, and waited for him. Why would she do it if she didn't hope he would have her one day?<br/><br/>Holding the words in, Catherine let out a sigh and whispered softly, laying her hand on his. "I would like it. Not just like that... but also more."<br/><br/>And there it was. Said in a demure, somewhat indirect way, but still, the words had finally managed to come out. The hand laid on William's gave his a gentle squeeze. "I could not put in words how good it is to have you here, by my side, again."