[Color rushes into his face as he looks up to hear her say that, a wash of emotions chasing one another from throat to chest down his arms, tingling and warm and alarmed and rueful. He pauses in his path up her arm, then skips her shoulder entirely and moves back up to her face, letting go of her other hand to wrap his arm around her back, almost as if they're waltzing. He kisses her forehead.]
God. This is so complicated.
[Says the detective, the puzzle-solver, with a wistful laugh.]
You and me, here... how did we get here?
[It's like that breathless moment at the top of a roller coaster, just before the first plunge, when he can see everything in front of him that has not yet happened. The enormity of it all--this is it. The person next to him, in front of him, readying themselves to fall together.
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God. This is so complicated.
[Says the detective, the puzzle-solver, with a wistful laugh.]
You and me, here... how did we get here?
[It's like that breathless moment at the top of a roller coaster, just before the first plunge, when he can see everything in front of him that has not yet happened. The enormity of it all--this is it. The person next to him, in front of him, readying themselves to fall together.
Into each other.]