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"I won't let anyone ruin us," he assured her. "Not again."
She gave him a quick kiss. "Fine. I'm sorry. Better?"
"I don't usually watch the birds," he said, turning back to them. "It's not something I'd do, normally."
"Good," he said. "I hope so."
She laughed, a teasing look on her face. "You have to do real work."
He watched her thoughtfully, his eyes seemed cold against the green of the forest. "Are there any other kinds?"
"Again," he replied with a smile, intertwining their fingers.
She nodded. "Sure," she said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"What kind are they?" he asked, looking at her. "Do you know?"
He smiled, kissing the top of her head quietly before taking her hand. He held it for a moment, before slipping the ring on her finger. "That's...
She kissed him lightly, her hands holding his shoulders. "I really, really love you too."
He watched, his eyebrows furrowing. "It is. Do you watch it often?"
He brushed back a lock of her hair. "Of course," he said. "I love you."
"Of course I want you," she told him. "I think I'm lucky to have you."
He sighed with a shake of his head. "Yeah."
"Nikita Gill, it says. It's quite lovely."
"How just... I don't know. I would describe you as perfect. You're so perfect to me."
"Are you sure it's safe to do that with your hand?" he asked, following her up.
Readjusted for a moment, clearing his throat before speaking. "This is the Kind of Hero you are: every time things have become so difficult you...
"I feel the same about you," she told him, putting her arms over his shoulders. "I don't think you understand, though."
