His fingers traced varied circles over her skin, absentminded, and he seemed to consider the possibility of that death, nodding from one side to the other. Coming to a conclusion with a shrug, he said, "I can think of worse ways to go." Saying it, though, stirred a thought of just that - of how he hadn't -, and he kissed her again instead of letting that come to the surface. For once in his life, he felt, he deserved to be happy without interruptions, if only for a while. Someday they would move again and go out, back into the world, such as it was here, but right then, this was enough, more than enough.
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