Neither of them could pinpoint when it started, exactly. It was sometime around their arrival at the Lucky Smells Mill, that they remembered. Something in the air had changed, or maybe it was something inside of them. Maybe it was the way they leaned on one another, and the way that one was always there for the other.
Either way, it began.
"Violet, how do I say it?" Klaus was whispering in her ear one night, stroking her hair. "How do I say it so that it is different than it used to be?"
She kissed him, softly. "Just tell me that you love me and I'll know what you mean."
…
Both of them could pinpoint exactly when it ended. It was exactly when Quigley Quagmire had appeared and kissed Violet Baudelaire on a very slippery slope. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, or maybe it was that electricity, exciting and new, when his hand brushed hers.
Either way, it ended.
Violet came to Klaus that night, knelt where he was kneeling, wiping the dirt from his hands. She wiped it from her hands, too.
"How do I say it, Klaus?" She asked. "How do I say it so it is the way that is used to be?"
Klaus' face was pale and impassive.
"Just tell me that you love me. I'll know what you mean."