[ Their sloppy, bloody make-out session, followed by the worst handling of high emotions ever. Yeah, he'd like to keep that between them as well. Otherwise he might actually want to disappear.
He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
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He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
Damn you, Shakespeare. ]