The lift's resurrection separated them. While she enjoyed being so near him (physical touch had become a thing for her in the weeks since returning home) Fallon was relieved for the distance. Another minute and she might've begun to cry, which, after the events of the day thus far, would be humiliating.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nodded at his suggestion. "That sounds great, I'll write you." It had all started with her letter, after all. It only made sense for their restart to begin again with her. The lift stopped on the main floor of the ministry, the ding louder than ever before. "Goodbye, Mr. Hatchitt," she said politely for the people boarding once they were out of the lift. Home. Fallon wanted to go home.