�You had to upstage me, didn�t you? I thought I was the one retiring here,� he mutters cheekily.
There�s humour in his tone, but also a real, insisting admonishment. She simply smiles.
�I live for upstaging you.�
Silence, then a chuckle, and even more silence. Finally he speaks, honesty lacing his voice.
�I�ll miss watching you.�
Trish sighs, and then gives the empty room a sad smile. �I know.�