Anakin was dorkfacing like a pro. "I wish I was there."

"As long as you don't give it my voice and conduct conversations after we hang up at night," he teased.

Anakin didn't say "aww."

Really.

It just sounded like it.

"I miss you, too," he murmured. "But I don't tell Vladdie that."

Yes, he did.

Anakin kicked his feet up onto his desk and flashed her a sheepish smile. "That's your prerogative, of course."

"Maybe," Anakin admitted. "But only once."

"The first week you were gone wasn't a good one for me," Anakin said defensively.

"It was the first time I'd been here without you," he said softly, "except for the week you visited your grandparents. I didn't like it. I took a different way to work just to avoid the Perk."

"I would've broken speed limits to get there," he said.

Pause.

"Well, more."

"I don't feel like I lost a part of me any more," he replied. "You're just a little harder to touch."

He closed his eyes and extended his thoughts into the Force, then brushed up against the bright spot that was her. "But not impossible," he said with a shy smile. "Can you feel that?"

"Exactly," Anakin said, brushing against her again before pulling back. "So even when I'm not there, I can kind of be there. Or is that too creepy?"

"Kisses don't translate quite as well," he replied, "so you'll have to pretend I'm giving you one."

Anakin didn't reach out to catch it--the man had some pride--but he was dorkfacing like a pro. "I love you."

"Close your eyes," Anakin told her. "It's Tuesday nap time."