She slipped her hand up to trace his ear, then let both arms slide over his shoulders so she could lean against him properly and rest her cheek against his chest, "you are a hero, just listen to anyone here. You've haven't had to run as long, or as hard, as I have? But you're a hero. I hope your life stays good and quiet and healthy for you. I do." And she did. He was a wonderful person and he deserved a good life.

"I'm trying. I'm trying not to let the things I know and feel ruin this. I'm not good at that either and I'm sorry but I'm doing what I can, and I'm not starting fights here when I need to hit something." And that had to be a good effort, right? Hopefully.

She had the sinking feeling she was disappointing him though. How not? She saw every day the kinds of women he was used to and comfortable around. That was something she could ignore, really, as long as he didn't decide to be done with her. She wasn't sure what she'd do then, or which people in town would turn smirks on her when he was single again.

She hated thinking like that.

"Mr. Creed once told me it usually takes as long, or longer, to lose a habit as it took to gain it. Talk to me again in twenty some odd years and see if I still expect the world to end."