If there was ever a doubt Crew and I were perfect for each other, it died when the two of us stood there, heads down, ears straining in collective nosiness, to overhear the obviously heated whispered conversation going on at the top of my apartment steps. Shameless, the both of us, and we seemed to realize it at the same instant, though I'm positive he looked far more guilty about it than I ever would.
It was impossible to make out details, but as we both quietly mounted the stairs and headed toward the exit, the faint light from the mostly closed over door cast illumination on both Ian's distraught expression and Thea's sad face. They noticed us at the same moment, Ian wiping at his eyes and turning away, clearly embarrassed, but before he could hurry up and out into the main foyer, Thea engulfed him in a huge hug. He froze, shock in his expression a mix of emotions I could barely register before he tugged free and fled.