Her hand dropping from his chin as he hugged her, her body tensed, wondering if he could tell, wondering if he would know right away.  He didn't, it seemed.  As his arms encircled her she felt again for that brief moment that everything would be alright, that she was home, that she could start where they'd left off, with nothing having changed.  But it had changed, and she knew she dare not return his embrace, at least not until she got herself under control.  For all she knew she'd forget herself and crush him before she even realized it.<br/><br/>He was speaking, inviting her in, then saying her name again.  Her heart melted for the second time in as many minutes.  He'd seen her, it was too late to go back.  The next few hours could determine so much, and he knew so little.  She saw so many things pass behind his eyes, but had trouble reading them.  At one point, they'd been so in tune, she would hand him things without even looking at him, not to mention before he'd have to ask her.  She guessed that some was the same mixture of hope and excitement that filled her mind, the rest, though, she wouldn't know until they spoke.<br/><br/>She stared at him for a moment before nodding silently and taking his hand to follow him inside.