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He took shaky breaths. "I'm trying.."
She seemed surprised at herself, but didn't let go. "I'm sure."
Her fingers grasped his shirt. "Baaaaaaaaabe!"
"I'll going to.." He winced. "I'll fight for that."
She seemed hesitant, before taking his hand. "It'll be fine."
"Don't leeeaaaave!"
"I'm still coming home.. I promise that."
She looked at the sky. "This is a mess."
She held tightly, using her legs as well.
"Rather.. Rather me than you.'
She frowned. "I'm sorry."
She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist. "Nuh uh!"
He grinned. "I know."
"Are.. are you sure?"
"... Yes?"
He nodded. " But does it really compare to the nice times we've had?"
"They weren't in the right mind. They were drunk."
She grinned. "Yes."
"Every good thing," he began quietly, "outshines the bad things by ten."
She folded her hands in front of her as she turned to look at him. "Exactly."
