[ The readhead's features soften into a blissful sort of smile, hearing such a thing. That might be the most romantic thing anyone has said to her. Platonically or otherwise. ]
Will...
[ Hand rising to cup his cheek, she rests her forehead to his, lashes glistening. ]
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Will...
[ Hand rising to cup his cheek, she rests her forehead to his, lashes glistening. ]