"You're laughing at me?" She softly nudges him, wearing an exaggerated pout before laughing back. "Forgive my attempts at saving you from face planting in the cement."

He calls her beautiful and in the moment everything's forgotten except his warmth and the affection that's been so starved of him for too long now and she can't help but beam back at him. "Hey yourself handsome."

But she knows the weight in his chest is because a heart is heavy. She knows she's the one that caused it so much hurt.

"Can you stand? We should get you home. Or maybe - The Quill's closer. Come on. Let's get you out of the street."