“I feel very protective over you and me,” she murmurs, and I try not to tense hearing her say something she’s spoken before. She blinks a few times. “I don’t know why I said that to Moffy.” I tell her, “Same reason it was hard for us to tell anyone what we were the first time around.” Her hand is on my thigh, and I slide my fingers against her palm. “Whatever we were or are, it’s always been this fragile fucking thing. Anyone else got their hands on it, anyone else knew about it, it felt like it’d just shatter. I dunno. We’re mighty, you and me, but fuck we’re unlucky. And I think we always
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