"Thank you, India." I tipped my face so that I could see him better. Our noses almost bumped. His breath warmed my lips. "For what?" I whispered. "For brightening my moods when they'd otherwise be dark." The shine of humor in the depths of his eyes would imply now was one of those times. "And for not staying mad at me. I wouldn't like it if you did. I wouldn't like it at all."
