A Nice Sort Of Strange

Jocelyn wished Keith could see that about himself. That he was the light of her life. But she didn't know how to say that without coming across as too intense. 

But since he couldn't, she would simply have to keep encouraging him. If she did it long enough, he might actually believe her. That would require an awful lot of seeing each other though. If he truly did plan to see her every day once he switched jobs that wouldn't be a problem except perhaps for her poor muddled brain. 

She didn't even know how to work out whether or not she liked him and how to proceed if she did, let alone all of the secret identity stuff thrown into the mix. How had Mercury and Nox done it?

It would be nice if she could ask but it wasn't her place. They didn't even know she knew who they were and she couldn't tell them without breaching patient confidentiality. She was alone in this as she was with everything else.