A/n: I wanted this chapter to be much longer, but it just seemed to be perfectly okay where it ended. Beware of fluff, lots and lots of cliche fluff. Ohmygosh, so much fluff. Don't forget to review if you liked it~

"I'm sorry."

Luke stares at Clementine, his mouth slightly open. She seemed uncomfortable, squirming in her spot on the white couch.

"That's seriously all you have to say? You're sorry?" Luke asks in disbelief.

"No, that's not all I have to say," Clementine protests, "But that's what I wanted to start with. I just- I want you to know that I feel awful, horrible, for not believing you. I should have, I mean, you had never given me a reason not to. I wasn't being a very good girlfriend, or even just a good friend. I just saw the picture and the only thing I could think was that I had trusted you, and you let me down. I was selfish, and mean, and- and-" Her voice caught in her throat and she couldn't say anything else.

Luke lowers his eyes, watching Clementine fiddle with her fingers, noting that they were slightly bruised. "I forgive you." His voice comes out low and slow, but delicate, like they might break if he doesn't say them gently enough.

She looks up at him, staring him in the eyes. "How? I was such a bitch to you, but you're forgiving me, like it's nothing?"

Luke shrugs, "It is nothing though. This whole thing has been a stupid case of miscommunication that spiraled way out of control. Like stupidly out of control. And, honestly, if I were you, I'd probably have reacted the same way. Except, maybe, I would have beaten the shit out of whoever I thought you slept with."

Clementine tries to hide her smirk, but fails miserably. "So, you would've reacted the same way I did."

"What do you mean?" Luke asks, puzzled.

"On Saturday, Sarah went with me to confront Bonnie," Clementine explains, "She fessed up to everything, and then some. Before she left, I don't know what got into me, but I just had to-" She makes a fist with her right hand and presses it against her open left hand, "Over and over. I think that's why she hasn't been to school since Friday."

"You punched Bonnie in the face?" Luke asks incredulously.

"She deserved it." Clementine mumbles.

"That's kind of badass." Luke grins.

"Maybe a little bit," Clementine agrees. There's a small silence between them. She bites her lip before speaking again. "I've missed you, Luke."

"God, I've missed you too." Luke sighs, "I've missed you so fucking much. Can I..?" He asks for permission, reaching out to touch her hand. She nods and he takes her hand, weaving his fingers in the spaces between hers. He sighs contentedly, relishing the feeling of her soft, yet somehow rough at the same time, skin.

Clementine looks at the boy in front of her. He was looking down, smiling softly at the sight of them holding hands once again. She felt so weird inside, like something was filling up rapidly and it was going to spill out everywhere. Maybe she was about to have a heart attack. Was that a possibility? If it was, then she was pretty sure that she was gonna go into cardiac arrest.

"I love you, Clementine."

Clementine smiles, "I think I might, maybe, love you too."