[When he pulls back, she makes a questioning sound and lifts her own head to look at him, and somehow—actually, no, it's not a mystery at all that he still manages to make her breath catch, but especially right now. With the way that the snow falls around him, snowflakes catching on his hair and his ears, how the streetlamps bathe him in their warmer glow against the vast whiteness of the world, it's quite a sight to see and be caught by that all she can do for a moment is stare up at him and take it all in.
As if this is the first time she's ever laid eyes upon him.
She smiles, warm. Even if it wasn't with her, she's sure that Eustace would have found love eventually. Not that she wants him to find it someplace else, of course, but the sentiment is there.]
I can't take all the credit, you know. There're two of us.
[But she gets it, and her expression softens as her eyes move to their hands, where she can feel her rings beneath her mitts.]
Me, too. Can hardly believe it's been a whole year.
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[When he pulls back, she makes a questioning sound and lifts her own head to look at him, and somehow—actually, no, it's not a mystery at all that he still manages to make her breath catch, but especially right now. With the way that the snow falls around him, snowflakes catching on his hair and his ears, how the streetlamps bathe him in their warmer glow against the vast whiteness of the world, it's quite a sight to see and be caught by that all she can do for a moment is stare up at him and take it all in.
As if this is the first time she's ever laid eyes upon him.
She smiles, warm. Even if it wasn't with her, she's sure that Eustace would have found love eventually. Not that she wants him to find it someplace else, of course, but the sentiment is there.]
I can't take all the credit, you know. There're two of us.
[But she gets it, and her expression softens as her eyes move to their hands, where she can feel her rings beneath her mitts.]
Me, too. Can hardly believe it's been a whole year.