It’s been a couple of days since Ada has been gone. Weeks. You say days to make yourself feel better but you’ve been feeling a lot more touch starved than usual and it’s driving you crazy.

But the moment that Ada comes back and wraps her arms around you, nuzzled against your neck, ou can sense she’s too tired to even talk. “Hi, princess,” you murmur playfully.

“Say that name again and a gun is to your head,” Ada threatened lightheartedly before kissing curve where your shoulder met your neck.