She flipped her pillow over before laying down on it, her expression changing once more as he admitted to wearing the bracelet. Her hand held just over her heart and her smile as warm as her voice was whisper soft, "Oh, Ro..."

Pippa rolled onto her side and looked to her night stand, focusing on the guitar pick necklace draped over an empty photo frame. She couldn't bring herself to wear the necklace but neither could she lock it away anywhere. "I'm, well, I'm happy you like it. It just seemed like something you'd wear and--"

She interrupted herself, hating how hard it seemed to hold a conversation with him simply because she kept trying to filter her words and choose them far too carefully. He was the one person she never had to do that with. She didn't want to do it now. "Tell me how you've been."