“What if, though,” she mused, playing with his hair, “what if they sell coffee there? With chocolate shavings and whipped cream?”
She went to the kitchen, taking down two mugs and pouring the steaming water into it. She put in the tea bags before coming up behind him, draping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek as she placed the mugs on the table.
She beamed before she kissed him, her free hand tucking his hair behind his ear. “I love you too, Craw.”
She sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her fingers around the mug. “I watched some people die last week,” she said eventually, her eyes down at the ground.
She shook her head slightly, frowning. “But, like...” She hesitated. “They were in my tent. I could have fixed them if there weren’t as many of them as there were, but things slipped through the cracks. I messed up, Francis. I made rookie mistakes that ended in people dying.”
“Sure,” she agreed. “But still. The fact remains that people died in my arms because I messed up. That’s...” She trailed off before shaking her head.
