Christ, everything is...just a little horrible. Brows arch, and she searches a moment for any fitting gratitude. Because he didn't have to do that, and were she not currently present he-- well, would have been worse off for himself. There's no winning. She hates the waver in his voice.
"I love you, you know. Still. This place won't ever be great, but we're gonna make it livable for the both of us. Okay?"
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Date: 2020-05-11 01:43 am (UTC)"I love you, you know. Still. This place won't ever be great, but we're gonna make it livable for the both of us. Okay?"