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[ maybe before he knew her, he wouldn't have known about the smile she's hiding. he tries to ignore, too, the renewed clammering of his heart when she grabs his hand again. it's the same as before, he doesn't hesitate to lace their fingers, knocking his shoulder gently into hers as they walk. he glances down at his shoes before seeming to concede the point. children can be discussed another day; one that isn't so sunny maybe. that's what marriage is about right? compromise. ]

I guess it's not terrible. [ he looks over at her, expression capturing the joy of the adventure as he brings her hand up to his face and ghosts his lips across the back. ]