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"Not to disregard polenta, babe, but it sounds kinda bland."
"Its okay," he decided. "I think it'll be okay if you come.. It'll give us a better chance."
"I like a lot of food," she said, looking at the menu. "Maybe I'll try the goulash."
"Maybe it's a pride thing. I've just spent so long and worked so hard." He paused and frowned, before looking up at her. "Maybe we can finish it...
She looked up at him for a moment. "I've never had polenta, so I'm not sure how it tastes."
"But I want to do it," he explained. "If it works, I want to finish it."
"I'm not sure," she said, going to flip through the menu. "What about you?"
"I know you don't," he said, looking down, "but who would continue it if we both fail?"
"I know, I know," she said, laughing self-consciously. "I just think you're really great."
He considered this, watching her with a thoughtful expression. It took him a moment to reply, the future plans racing in his mind. "I.. I'm...
"You don't have to do that," she said gently, looking a little embarrassed as she squeezed his hand. "I'm just so glad that I have you.. and...
"I know," he said quietly, "I've been telling myself.."
She sat down, offering her hand to him. "What made you decide we should have a date night?" she asked curiously, tilting her head at him.
"I'm just.. used to being around people who can't defend themselves," he explained, like when I was younger in the explosion, or when I had to...
She nodded, following him with a small smile.
He hesitated, looking unsure of himself. "It's not that I don't think you're capable, it's just.. It feels like I have to try and protect you or...
She brushed his hair back gently. "I'm really impressed."
He gave her a small smile before frowning slightly again. "I'm sorry I act like you're not capable.."
She nodded. "Really cool. Was it hard?"
His hand rested on her jaw. "I want things to be normal."
