The Second Drop
"Robin, can I marry you?"
Robin looked at him with surprise, and chuckled, ruffling the top of his hair. "I'm afraid I'll be too old by then. You wouldn't want to marry an old croon, now would you?"
"I would if she were you," he answered cheekily.
"What if you found someone you loved even more?"
"That'll never happen, because I'll always love you." Robin laughed and shook her head. He was still too young, she said; but, he had never been more earnest than in that moment.
Inigo stared blearily at the tarp ceiling. He hadn't had that dream in a while—cheerfully proposing as a naive, lovesick child. He stretched, and yawned, scratching the back of his neck. Marriage… he entertained the thought several times already. It would be possible, wouldn't it? He was only a few years younger than her, after all. He flushed at the thought, and shooed it away.
Even if he were older, he'd still be regarded as a child, wouldn't he? Still, the small hope he had as a child, it burned feverishly at the forefront of his mind.
A/N: Useless author uses "Pointless Chapter"! It's not very effective…
Ah, ah, I just want to continue writing about pointless childhood memories instead of actual romantic progress. ;;