Jason was back at work, trying hard not to think about anything that had happened over the past three weeks, trying only to focus on the good parts. Selina was halfway through his second coffee, no, he was halfway through his second coffee, half-listening to a call he'd already stopped absorbing, when a shape through the glass wall of his office snagged his attention and refused to let go. The light caught her first, the way it always did, gold along the edge of her hair as she bent over a stack of files. He looked up properly, and the rest of the call simply died in his throat, forgotten...