have to marry someone you didn’t want to, but nothing about the wedding was something you would have chosen for yourself. You hate roses, and I didn’t know what dress Tindle would make for you. I thought—” He chewed on his bottom lip. “I thought the one thing that you were to wear always, with it sitting on your hand as a constant reminder… I just thought there should be one thing you might have selected for yourself, and you seem fond of black. And bats.”
Love each other already oh my god
