"You saved lives today." Bobby fingered his own shot from the recliner.
"We both did." She downed the shot and grimaced slightly. "I just wish we could stop it before it happened."
"So do I."
"We wouldn't have jobs, but.. I'd rather not have this job and than have this job and have this shit every day."
He studied her, quietly.
"It's like, the world we see every day missed all of the nice things in life. All of the potential happiness. We get the dark side, day in and day out."
"That's why we have to make our own happiness."
"How?" She looked up at him, her eyes shining.
He paused, downing his own shot and taking her glass. He set both on the coffee table and reached for the bottle.
"We hold on." He looked at her and then poured. "We hold on to the good things, and we don't let go." He handed her a glass, taking the other for himself. She stood up and took it, holding it up.
"To the good things." She said.
"To the good things," He clinked his glass to hers gently, and they drank.
She let him take the glass from her and set both on the table. He looked down at her for a moment.
"Earlier, you said ... you said I was a 'real man,'"
"Well, you are." She broke his gaze, and focused on his tie. "You're not a coward. You're honest, and loyal and strong."
"Oh." For once, he couldn't think of anything else to say.
His warm hands held her shoulders, and pulled her closer to him. Her small hands slid up his chest to his collar, pulling his tie until he leaned down. Her arms slid around his shoulders, and he pulled her up against him into a tight hug. They stood like that for a few moments, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Don't let go," He whispered.