She holds his gaze, but only for a moment before looking down, giving his question heavy consideration. How many times has she gone back and forth now? It's more frustrating than she can put into words.

"I do," she admitted reluctantly at last, "but when you aren't around I'm trying to convinced myself otherwise. I have little proof, I don't even know how it's possible but." She raised her gaze to him.

"When I see you, I do."