[ He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding when she threads her fingers through his. It seems like he's gotten through to her, at least a little bit, stressing the importance of all she's doing, even in times like this, when she isn't actively searching for a cure. Given the choice between a cure and just sitting here with her like this, talking in quiet tones, listening to her breathe...he'd be hard-pressed to take the cure.
But he's always been such a hopeless romantic.
...Is that what this is? Romance...?
His chest tightens, and he speaks through a hushed, breathless laugh. ]
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But he's always been such a hopeless romantic.
...Is that what this is? Romance...?
His chest tightens, and he speaks through a hushed, breathless laugh. ]
Heh, that so? Am I in trouble?