[Angela does move a bit, just to shift positions so he's now laying on top of her--his weight was never a problem for her--with his head on her chest where he can hear her heart beat. Much like his arms, her hands are roaming and marking the way he's shaped to memory.]

I don't think I can put into words how much I miss you. Your voice, your scent, the way you steam up the bathroom when you take a shower. Everyday I had to wipe down the mirror to put on my makeup if I didn't want to put out my eye with mascara.