She squinted at him. "I didn't make you do anything," she said defensively. "That was your own emotions."
"It was both," he said, then spoke under his breath, but loud enough she could hear. "But mostly you."
She sighed, but there was amusement in her voice. "Jesus, Craw," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "You are the stubbornest man I've ever met."
She drummed her fingers on her chin thoughtfully. "Y'know, we should get married. That's what people who love each other do, right? Why didn't we think of this before?"