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Katrina was the first person Ichabod thought of when he looked at Abbie. The feelings he had been harboring towards the Lieutenant had grown quite familiar and he was worried they would result in the same complicated end. Katrina had once been strong, independent, good, and innocent but now that he knew the full extent, now that he had learned all her lies and had experienced firsthand her wrath, he was more scared than ever of his feelings that simply would not dissipate for Abbie. The officer was small and blunt; she was a warrior with mocha skin that he craved to touch in the sweetest ways. She was everything Katrina was not. He wanted to hold her hand instead of a crossbow, and he wanted to cuddle her instead of his gun while he slept. He wished he could live unafraid as he once had and instead of wasting his love on Katrina and all the lies she returned instead of her own love, he wanted to spend time with Abbie. He wanted to wake up and begin living a dream, he felt he deserved some reward for all the things he'd do e. All the late nights, all the loss, all the pain, and suffering. He deserved something. He wished he could spend one day without fear of the things he knew were lurking in the dark but he knew they were there and he had to be eternally alert for their onslaught. Abbie however, had decided it would be fun to go to something called paint ball. Ichabod required much explanation before they could begin; he was on a team with Abbie while Jenny and Frank were on the opposing team. Nick had declared himself an assassin and would attack those from either team if they drew to near his hiding spot. Ichabod shot Nick but not before Nick shot Jenny. Frank shot Ichabod quite a few times before Abbie got him back. Laughing Crane pulled Abbie in a hug, covering her in the paint that had covered his body. Abbie laughed as the others approached, congratulating the victor. Ichabod was not fearless, the thought of what could be lurking behind every tree haunted him but in the moment he was simply happy being among such good people, people he considered family. And the smile on Abbie's face was a contagion he was happy to contract.