Compromise.
Series 1 – In Excelsis Dio. I don't own any part of the West Wing
"You see, you spend most of your time, being you know, you, and then you write something like this to me. Thank You."
I bury my face in her shoulder.
Part of its relief, part worry.
There's an unwritten promise in that note, a hopeful compromise.
Nothing until the end of the administration.
I can't help but look back.
Her smile tells me everything I need to know.
Yet I worry, I know in the meantime there'll be others.
I just need to make sure that they don't get too much of a chance.
Make sure, because I love her.
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