[She finally pulls back a bit, but doesn't let go. This isn't like the physical contact they had previously, that afternoon on Jason's bed. This isn't a means to an end they can't reach. This is just closeness, and she just wants to sit here and never take her hands off of him.]
I'd trust you with anything, you weird dork.
[Something about those words tugs at the back of her brain, and her breath hitches.
I love you, you weird dork.
It's what's written in her note to him, tucked away somewhere on the SS Paisley, for a time that she hopes never comes. And god, it's so true. She feels it in every inch of her bones.]
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I'd trust you with anything, you weird dork.
[Something about those words tugs at the back of her brain, and her breath hitches.
I love you, you weird dork.
It's what's written in her note to him, tucked away somewhere on the SS Paisley, for a time that she hopes never comes. And god, it's so true. She feels it in every inch of her bones.]