Tegan did as he said, grabbing her backpack, and stuffing in the newly repaired tome, his kiss still tingling on her lips, and slung it over her shoulder. "Okay," She said. She offered her hand, wanting to feel his touch. Everything was different, now, but everything, somehow, was he same. She still wanted to feel hi touch, still wanted to feel his lips on hers, his arms around her. The feel of his hips as she wrapped her legs around them, the way his very look, every sound still heated her lower stomach, made her clench down for a moment.<br/><br/>On the bus, she did exactly as he requested, visualizing the entire museum. Everything she knew and everything she'd guessed. It took only a few minutes - thoughts were faster than words, after all, before she opened her eyes to look at him. "What do you think?"