A/N: This game kills me, I swear. I ship them so hard it hurts.
[I]
(You remember it all fondly.)
He'd acted a bit like a child, but in the endearing sort of way, not the obnoxious way. His endless curiosity and simple joy had filled the cavity below your lungs and left you feeling warm and sated.
You had listened to his musings with glowing attention. They were sweet, and your mind supplied the words: how can someone like this be dangerous?
Even then, you felt it. No matter how much you denied it.
The cluelessness that bordered on alien experience; the gentle reminders of something not quite forgotten in shared experience; the flicker of desperation and longing in eyes like the northern oceans … blue deep enough to swallow you whole.
It made you think of late night conversations and striped pajamas.
It made you want to grip him tight and let the world burn.
And then you were back on that riverbank, green tea crepes all but forgotten, with the promises of more time…
You smiled at him, because the memories are important.
(Nostalgia isn't really your thing.)