Lucy said nothing as she rested her head on Ash's chest and leant her body against his. "I-I love you, Ash," she murmured, the words still difficult for her to say.
"I love you too. It's okay if you're not ready to say 'I love you', I always knew you loved me based on your actions." Ash smiled down at her and kissed her head.
"Are you ready to go?" Lucy asked, glancing at her watch. "I don't think we ought to be late, since my social worker's going to be there."
"Yeah, let's go." He separarted himself from her and grabbed her hand.
Lucy lead the way to the restaurant, still holding onto Ash's hand. She stopped when they were facing it, standing across the road. She looked up at Ash a little nervously and leant her head against his shoulder.
"Nervouse?" he questioned as he felt the weight of her head on his shoulder.
"Just a little," Lucy admitted, squeezing Ash's hand. "I haven't seen them in thirteen years and the last time I did..." She swallowed hard and stood up straight. "But you're here so it's going to be alright."
Ash just smiled at Lucy. He didn't think he'd have anything to offer. Afterall, this is her meeting, he's just accompanying her.
Lucy led the way to the restaurant door, the bell above it ringing as she pushed it open. "I'm surprised they can afford a meal out," she muttered, looking around for her parents. "It looks like they aren't here yet. Typical."