[ It's an incredibly selfless option, seeing as it does nothing for him. Not for the first time, Pyrrha is struck with the knowledge that she chose the sweetest, most wonderful man she's ever known, and how much worse it was that she almost lost him. She brushes a tear away from her eyelid. It's not necessarily an indication of sadness; it's more a combination of things, all heady and all effective. ]
I'd like that.
[ Impulsively, she kisses him again. It's softer than before, and taking its time. ]
... I love you.
[ Saying it twice in one thread day might be a record for her. ]
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I'd like that.
[ Impulsively, she kisses him again. It's softer than before, and taking its time. ]
... I love you.
[ Saying it twice in one
threadday might be a record for her. ]