She reaches up to push my wet hair off my forehead, her eyes locking with mine. “You wanna take away the bad?” “Yeah, Kens,” I admit, my voice quieter than intended. “All of it. Any of it. Always.” She fights a grin, cutting her eyes to the side before sliding them back to me. “I might let you.” “You will.” A laugh bubbles out of her at that. “Oh, yeah?” I nod, my eyes leisurely shifting between hers. “Yeah. Maybe not today or tomorrow but eventually. Meanwhile, I’ll be around.”
