"Oi…" Angela groaned as she woke up from her fatigue-induced slumber. Once again, she came to in unfamiliar surroundings. Where was she…? Try as she might, Angela couldn't recall how she ended up where she was. She realized something was amok when her pillow started to move. Wait a minute, pillows couldn't move, could they? She rolled onto her back and ran her hands through her mussed hair. She patted around her head and felt a very familiar fabric- Gill's very unappealing sweater vest. When she looked up, Angela saw Gill's cute sleeping face. It was nice to just look at him sometimes, without sharp words leaving his mouth. She sat up "reversed" their positions- his head was on her lap and he had leg room. Luckily, he was a heavy sleeper. Angela stroked his messy hair fondly with a gentle smile. Was this really the man that she had bickered endlessly with? She found it hard to believe. Her little thought-tangent was broken when she jumped a bit as Gill's face twitched and he started to move. She stiffened and sat up, her back almost as straight as ruler. Apparently, it was just in time, because Gill sat up suddenly and looked around. "Good morning, sunshine!" Angela joked.
"Angela! Are you alright?" He asked quickly, pulling out her bruised arms roughly. Angela flinched; her arms were in severe pain, though she didn't know why until she looked at them. It was as if someone splashed them with purple-blue paint. She had to think deeply to figure out why she was so spotted. Right, she was in the mine and tripped quite a few times. "So are you going to explain why you're covered in bruises?" Angela bit her lower lip nervously.
"Well, I was in the mines, as you can see," she began, gesturing toward her tools, "and it's a pretty rocky place, you know? It's only natural that I'd trip and hurt myself a lot. Are you angry at me again?" She asked as she hung her head in shame. Gill sighed. He should be angry for her being so reckless (again), but at the same time, he couldn't find it in him to scold her. "Could you answer? Your face is making me nervousy."
"That isn't a word, Angela."
"Really?" She asked, crestfallen. Gill laughed exasperatedly and smoothed her tangled and dirty hair. "So are you gonna answer my question or not? Are you angry?" He appeared to stare into space as he considered it- she did scare him out of his mind, but she was alright. When he remembered how their last fight began, he immediately shook his head.
"I should be," he started. Angela swallowed anxiously. "But I can't bring myself to get mad at you. I just…" Gill took a deep breath. "I don't want anything to happen to you. Since I'm the man here, I want to protect you so you don't get hurt again." It hurt him to say such cheesy things, but to a girl, it was considered really sweet, or at least, that's what he'd heard. He waited impatiently for her reply, and was relieved when she smiled brightly, a glimmer in her eyes. Angela snorted and started to laugh, a hint of struggle in her voice.
"That's really adorable but it's just so hilarious to say such corny things!" She covered her face with her hands and released a breath through her lips to regain her composure. "But really, it feels great to see your soft side. Aw, you're even blushing!" Angela remarked with a giggle. Gill fanned his face in a poor attempt to shoo the redness away.
"As long as you're safe, I won't complain. Just try not to be so reckless again, alright?" Angela averted her eyes and wrung her hands after his request of sorts. "Angela?" He warned. "I mean it!" She nodded reluctantly. "So, about this whole proposal ordeal…"