A/N: LONG CHAPTER IS LONG. For you all. TA-DA. Starts in Cato's POV.

I pull on the handle of the door a few times. "It's locked." I keep pulling it harder, twisting it in every direction, and even kicking the door, and it still won't open. "Peeta, are you actually going to help me on our little adventure or just stand there and watch? Help me open it!" ~

I glance along the ground quickly and on the tracks. The first thing I find is a stick, which obviously won't work for our purposes. Then, there's something shiny. Metal, maybe? "Move...let me see something." I use his shoulder for support and lean a bit on the car, fiddling with the door and the metal. "Ugh..." ~

I groan. "Come on, if you can't do it, let's try to find something else. You'll get us both killed." ~

"No, no, wait... I know how to do this." He gives me a look. "Don't ask." I laugh. I keep moving it around until I feel something click and the door starts to move. "I'm not strong enough to pull it...I think it's open, let's go...!" ~

Sighing, I try again to open the door and it slides open with ease. "How did you do that?" I help him into the car and shut the door behind us. It automatically locks, so I won't have to worry about locking it myself. "Well?" ~

I sit on the ground and tuck my legs under me. "It's a stupid story." I laugh a little. It wasn't necessarily my fault, either. ~

"Tell me. I need to know you're not completely worthless on this journey." I cross my arms and lean against the door. ~

"Fine." I sigh. "It's stupid, but when I was a kid, I found out my older brothers had found a path into the warehouse where they kept all of the tesserae rations in Twelve. But then, I think they started noticing stuff was missing, so they locked it. So my older brothers trained me to pick locks to get to it when I was nine or so." I smirk a bit before frowning slightly. "But then our mom and dad found out, so we had to stop, but we still needed the grain to eat. We used all the good stuff we could afford for the bakery. So my brothers blamed it on me, so I ended up being the one who had to sign up for tesserae of the three of us." ~

So that's why he had to take tesserae. "That sucks...were you always the scapegoat?" Then I realize what he told me about the tesserae.

You sign up, and the Capitol gives it to you for...sorta free.

So they're kinda like, 'oh, we'll give you food but you have to be in our Games' blah blah.

Sorta free. Not completely. You have to compete in the Hunger Games. "Wait...it's their fault that you were in the Games, isn't it?" ~

"I always thought so because I was bitter, but..thinking about it, you can't ever really know which one of your slips got pulled. It could've been, but it also could have been my name from when I turned twelve. I'll never really know." I stare at the ceiling of the car. "But...the odds are in favor of that slip coming from me signing up for tesserae multiple times." ~

"I'm...sorry?" I walk over to him and pull him into a hug. "I had no idea. I...you're here because of that." ~

"Probably." Right. Optimism. "Nothing to be worrying you.. Then we would have never met.. You know the box I sent your jacket in?" ~

I freeze. "That was a box of tesserae, wasn't it?" ~

I bite my bottom lip. "Yeah." I manage to get out. "The last one I got...Before everything happened." I stop for a second, remembering it coming and everything it did for my family, none of us knowing what it would really do to the family. "It was all I thought about when I got reaped. That it was that box that got me picked." I look away from him. "But when I woke up in Twelve, and I had to run to get things together...it was in my room. And I hoped that, as it had indirectly brought me to you once, it would do so again." ~

"I...don't know what to say." He's so thoughtful and I've been treating him like shit. So, I rip the helmet off, throw it onto the floor, and kiss him. "It did." ~

I immediately smile. "I'm so happy it did...no matter what's happened." I kiss him back, finally relaxing for the first time in what seemed like ages. "I told you, it's just a stupid story." ~

"It isn't stupid. I'm glad you told me." Holding his hands, I pull him down to the floor so that we could finally sit. "And I'm glad you're here." ~

"That makes two of us...we've got a long ride ahead of us." I lean on him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Tell me something about you to pass the time." ~

"I don't have any worthwhile stories like that." Let's face it. My entire childhood was boring as hell. I had no siblings and most of my time was spent training for the damn Games. "Um...there was this one time, I was maybe four or five years old. I liked to hide from my mom and dad a lot, so when my dad had to leave for work, he'd put up this gate in front some of the doorways so that I couldn't run and hide on my mom. So uh...when she wasn't looking, I opened one of the windows and climbed out. And it was the second floor window, too, so I climbed all the way down the gutter pipe on the side. I was light then, so I was a pretty good climber, but now I don't think I'm able to climb things like that anymore." ~

"Always risky and dangerous, weren't we?" I laugh. "I bet you still could if you tried. What with your muscles and all." ~

"Nah...I think I'm a little too heavy for that stuff now." I shrug. "Besides, I got onto the ground finally and ran across the street into one of the neighbors' yards. I hid underneath their porch until I saw my dad coming home from work. When he opened the door, my mom ran out of the house in hysterics. I was gone for a few hours, so she must've torn the house apart looking for me. And my dad was pissed, so...I just didn't come out from underneath the porch for another few hours. Not until I saw a skunk about ten feet away from me. Then I ran out as fast as I could, and they both saw me." ~

"What'd they do?" ~

"Well, my mom ran over to me and hugged and cried and all that." I laugh. "My dad, not so forgiving. He locked the windows in my room and painted them shut. Then he kept me locked in my room for the next three days. I was only allowed out for the bathroom. And ever since then, I hated hiding because I was afraid he'd do something bad to me again. That's why I was so angry with you before. I just don't want to hide anymore, because something will force me out of hiding and he'll find us." ~

"He...he won't find us, love. We're going to go far away. Somewhere we can finally be together..uninterrupted, without danger, and be happy." I take both his hands in mine. "That's all I want for us. For you. I want you to be able to be in peace and without sadness or fear. Without worrying about me, or the Games, or your father." I kiss him softly and slowly, pulling myself closer. "I'd do anything for that." ~

"But I'll always worry about you. I've been happy before. You never had a chance to be happy. That's all I want for you." I pull him even closer so that he's lying on top of me like he was the second night of the Games when it was raining out-the night before he 'died'. "We can compromise, you know. Let's both be happy." ~

"As long as I'm with you...I'm happy. So you'd better stick around, okay?" I lay back and put my head on his chest. ~

"Darn, I guess I have to now, don't I?" I run my fingers along his arm and look at his charred, blistered body. "Do you still hurt? I don't really know how to fix you..." ~

I didn't want to tell him how much pain I was still in, because I didn't want to worry him. But then, I'd be lying. "Yeah... It hurts a lot. There isn't much that can be done until we get somewhere with medicine, but even then...we have nothing. It's okay, though...I'm just happy to be alive, to be honest." I laugh nervously. "There were so many times today I was convinced I was going to die. Thought I was dead. But...here I am, with the likelihood of living years and years with you." I sigh contentedly. ~

"I keep my promises, Peeta. I swore I'd get you out of there. I said I wouldn't let them take you away forever. I said I'd kill anyone in my way-which I could've possibly done, but I'm not exactly sure." I might've killed that one guy. I've been told horror stories about tracker jackers, but the injections didn't kill Peeta, so the other guy might still be alive. And looking for us, no less. "There were times I thought they killed you by accident. Or on purpose because they got bored. But you didn't seem to hear me screaming for you half the time." ~

"But...I mean, they didn't. I..don't know why I didn't hear you that time. You said you were there the whole time, and I believe you, I do..." I shut my eyes. "But I couldn't see you or hear you. At all. But everything else was there." After letting out a deep breath, I continue. "It was terrifying. I thought you'd gone." ~

"I wouldn't have been able to go if I wanted to. Not that I did...I just couldn't go." I pause. "I couldn't for two reasons." ~

"Care to share?" I say, opening my eyes and looking up at him. ~

"Well, first of all, they locked those braces and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break them off. They trapped me there." I laugh and look down at him. "And the other reason is because you trapped me. Remember?" ~

I smile. "Well, I'm glad that I did...I kind of...sort of...really need you around." ~

"I know sometimes it doesn't seem like it, but I need you around too. You're all I have." He's always been the only thing I've had. "Are you cold at all?" ~

"You'll always have me...and it's a bit chilly, but only because these cars aren't made to store people." I laugh. "Just coal." ~

"That's good to know. And...I'm kinda sweaty in this." I ease him off of me and carefully pull the white shirt over my head to reveal what I had on underneath. "Remember what I came here with?" I unzip the black jacket and give it to him. "You can wear it. It was yours to begin with, after all." ~

A huge smile grows on my face. "I..." I pull it on. "I can't believe you still have it. After all of that." I try to think back...the twelve hours seemed like an eternity. "I think yours is still back at your house..." Suddenly, I wished we had it more than anything. More than money or food or anything. ~

"It's okay. If I die, and I get shipped back to District Two, and then I magically wake up...I'll mail it to you." I laugh and put the thick shirt back on. "I'll sell all my dad's things to pay for shipping." ~

I laugh, thinking about what was going through my head when I did that. I remember running out of the funeral home and getting to my house through the back of the bakery, reaching my room and frantically pulling things to sell for money, packing... "Only if you promise to come with the package." ~

"On my birthday, right? March 3. Save the date." ~

"I'll wait for you with baited breath." I smile. ~

"And if we do the math here...take away three months...I should be dying any day now." I joke. "Guess I'll see you soon, then!" ~

"According to your math, you should've died a while ago!" I flip my body so that I'm still laying on him, but my chest is against his. "So I guess you're not leaving me. Ever." I pout. ~

"Well...my math hasn't always been the best. And-" I stop and look down to him lying on me. "What are you doing?" ~

"We weren't facing each other before. And I like looking at you." I'm looking right into his blue-green eyes. "Why?" ~

"Who doesn't like looking at me? I'm a sight for the sore eyes." I smile. "I know that because you've only been going on about how sexy I am for a number of months." ~

"Only because it's true." I wink at him, smiling and laughing. ~

"Well, remember, you're not so bad yourself. The Capitol just hasn't been good to you...or your lips." I trace his mouth with my still-throbbing finger. "Still kissable, though. And they look a bit swollen, too...it makes your sad, pouty face look even sadder. If that was possible." ~

"Don't lie, I look horrific." I lay my head face-first into his chest. "Don't lie." ~

"No lies, Peeta! Your face isn't even as bad as mine, anyway, but...I'm not lying. You're not horrific looking." ~

"Well, I think so." I sigh. "They probably planned it all, too. The one, trivial thing they put in my room was a mirror." ~

"I saw. But...I asked you this a while ago, but I'll ask again. Can you stop putting yourself down all the time? You don't even look that bad...and you didn't before, either, and yet, you still called yourself unattractive." ~

"Sorry, I just.." I clasp my hands together. "I can't believe what they did, Cato." ~

"I can." I sigh, playing with his hair. "Then again, I'm used to knowing what the Capitol does." ~

"I just know they let people in Twelve starve to death on a daily basis." ~

"You didn't starve to death." I say to lighten the mood. "Because of your tesserae." ~

I start laughing. "My optimism is rubbing off on you." ~

"Your optimism? You were the one arguing with me about how you were going to die! 'Oh, love, I can't hold you to that promise. I'm going to die.'" I stick my tongue out and fake-die. "More like my optimism now." ~

"I'm an optimist, not a fool!" I smirk. "I was so sure I was going to die. You proved me wrong." ~

"Honestly, Peeta, I thought you'd die too. In my head, I was begging them to kill you because I couldn't stand watching you be tortured like that. And I hated that it was my fault for not telling you about Jerkass Daddy." My tone is bitter and hateful. "You could've hid better, if I had told you." ~

"Sh...It's not your fault." I wrap my arms around him and pick my head up. "You were trying to protect me...and you've mostly made up for it." ~

"Mostly?" I yell semi-loudly. "I just saved your life for the hundredth time! I risked my own for yours! How did I only mostly make up for it?" ~

"99 percent." I laugh, kissing his cheek. "Relax. We just got found in the middle of a very...compromising situation." I joked. ~

"Seriously? That's the one percent?" I lightly push his face away. "Now you get nothing." ~

"You're mean!" I pout. "First, you start commenting on how sexy you are.. Besides, I just wanted a kiss." I sigh. I don't want him to see me like this. If we ever have that...it can't be now. Not even soon. ~

"I was kidding, though!" I give him the kiss he asked for. "I know every time we try, something bad happens...like you dying, or you fighting with me, or my dad sending you to the Capitol to get tortured endlessly...but you want it, and I want it, so...I think now is the best time. I mean, if you're able to. I'm not sure what all that fire and stuff did to...yeah." I finish awkwardly and push him to the floor so that I can get on top. "It's time." I kiss him again while he lies helpless on the floor. "Look more excited. You've been waiting for this since forever." I take the shirt off again so that I'm left with my own t-shirt on. ~

No, no, I can't. "Cato, I.." I try to get out words between kisses, but to no avail. ~

"No, shh." I unzip his jacket and yank it off of him. "I know it's cold and all...but it'll get warm real fast. Just you wait and see." I smirk and kiss him some more. ~

I want it. But...we can't. Once again, because of the Capitol. I stop kissing him. "No, Cato, stop...!" I push him off gently, breathing heavily. It hurts me to do it, but this can't be the first time. ~

"No, Peeta. I know you hurt right now, but I can fix that," I insist. He's been waiting for this, and I won't let him stop it now. We need to do this before something else happens. "Everything will be fine." I climb back on top of him and start undoing my belt. ~

I'm starting to get hot. "But..." I manage to stammer out. "Cato..." If this goes on much more, I won't be able to have the willpower to tell him to stop. ~

I stop what I'm doing and ask, "What could you possibly want, Peeta? I'm giving you your one percent. What else could you possibly want?" ~

"I want you to stop." I pant out. This isn't what I want. It is, but... ~

"What, did I do something wrong?" I ask angrily. "You kept saying you wanted this! You just implied that you wanted it!" ~

"No, I didn't..! I can't...We can't." I look away from him. ~

When he looks away, I get off of him completely and crawl over to his side. "Why? Is it something I said?" ~

"No, no...it's not you. It's totally me." I sound so cliche, but I'm being honest. ~

Now I'm getting worried. This doesn't sound like him at all. "Did the Capitol do something to you when I wasn't around?" He's been distant ever since I broke him out, but I hadn't realized it until now. It seems like he isn't even into me anymore. "Are you okay?" ~

"I'm...fine." I lie. "I just...can't." I pull my whole body away from him. "I'm sorry." ~

There's only one thing I can think of that would make him talk like this. Whether it was his own decision or the Capitol's doing, I know why he keeps pushing me away and lying. "You don't love me anymore, do you?" I reach over him for the shirt I threw on the ground just a few moments ago. ~

I move myself in the way of his reach. "No! Don't you dare say that." How could he even think that? After everything we've gone through together. I look him right in the eyes. ~

I push him to the side and retrieve the shirt. As I put it on, I say, "I know it all too well, Peeta. The look you gave me. I'm used to people not liking me now. That's the same look your mom gave me when I visited Twelve on the Victory Tour." I stand up and brush off my pants. "You don't need to lie to me." ~

"Why on earth would you ever think I didn't love you anymore?" I say, bewildered. "Are you kidding me?" ~

"It's clear to me! You keep pushing me away, giving me looks...I initiated most of those kisses when it's usually fifty-fifty. And you suddenly don't want to do it anymore. You don't seem into us anymore, really." I try pouting the way he does it, because that's really what's appropriate right now, but it doesn't work for me, so I just put my hand up to my forehead. ~

"Oh, love..." I put his face cupped in my hands. "When else has it been? Because none of it is on purpose, well... Except just now, that is." I kiss him carefully. "I'm sorry." ~

"No, Peeta!" I back away. "You're not telling me everything! How can I be sure your crazy isn't coming out now? How can I even be sure you're alright up there if you aren't telling me what your deal is? I don't know with you anymore!" ~

"That isn't my fault, Cato! I didn't ask for it! I didn't ask for the voices in my head or the burned, scarred, and cut body!" I look away. "...You really could doubt me like that?" ~

"Well, I don't know! You seemed to doubt that I'd come for you before." I turn away, crossing my arms. "And I don't care about your body. I just cared about you." ~

"And I care about you! Even if you didn't come earlier, I never would have doubted that you loved me." I say, hurt. "Never. I want you. I want it. But we just can't." ~

"Then what could possibly be the problem? Is it how I look?" I turn around to face him again. "Is this why?" ~

"No, no, no, Cato..." I know all he'll do is scold me for being down on myself, but I'd rather that then let him think that I think there's something wrong with him. "It's me. What I look like. I...I don't want your...our..first time to be marred because of me. Because of all of this." I lift my shirt slightly to show the scars and burns underneath on my chest and stomach, some still red but many blackened. "That's...that's not how it should be." I shake my head and look down slightly. "I know you hate me putting myself down, but..." I can't complete my thought. I'm already mad at myself and the Capitol for once again putting something between Cato and I just being happy. ~

"Is that really the problem?" I look at all of his cuts, bruises, and burns. They aren't as fresh-looking as they used to be, which is good, but they're still pretty bad. His back probably looks horrific, but I don't want to see it. Seeing his front is enough. "I...we don't have to, if you're that self-conscious...but remember, I don't care. I still love you." ~

"It is. I just...I didn't want you to think it had anything to do with you. It's not even being self-conscious, it's..." I look up at him. "If you had a picture of me from the neck down, it looks inhuman or dead. I know you still love me. And, you can say you don't care, and you probably don't. But...But I know, somewhere inside, we could regret it. For so many reasons." I bite my lip. "But, at the same time...I'm always afraid that it's the last chance we'll get." ~

I walk over to him and hug him for the longest time. For a few moments, we don't say anything. Finally, when I let him go, I say, "But you're not dead...that's why you look like this. They did that to you because you weren't dead, remember? Because they were planning on killing you anyway...and they're looking for you again so that they could kill you. It could be our last chance. So...are you sure? I'm willing to wait until you're ready, even if it's forever." ~

"I...I don't know." I look into his eyes and just stare for a moment. "I do want it, you know." I whisper. "It's always been them stopping us." ~

"Then we'll wait." I bend down and pick up his jacket and hand it to him. "Soon, we'll be so far away and you'll get better and they won't be able to stop us anymore." Even though I wanted it so much before, my wants are giving in to his needs and all I want now is to kiss him. "Are you against doing anything else?" ~

"Not even a little bit." I smile, grabbing his hand to stand up. "Come on, I'm not that insane." ~

The second he stands up, I nearly knock him over with kisses. "You better fix your body, because you're the only Peeta Mellark out there and I don't want him to always be thinking about what he looks like underneath his shirt." ~

"I have no control over that!" I laugh a little. "Let's hope we find somewhere civilized that I can actually go see a doctor before it's too late and everything just becomes ugly scars." I kiss him, though the edges of my mouth still hurt, but he makes everything better in that moment. ~

"Yeah." I'm not expecting us to find somewhere civilized outside of Panem. I know he says that he saw things a little bit past District Twelve, but I don't recall seeing anything out there, no matter how short my visit was. But, it's not totally impossible, so I'll give him that one. "I'm so glad I saved you." ~

I pull back and look at him. "So am I." I smile. "What, was there a moment where you weren't glad?" I joke. "I mean, I know I'm crazy, but you picked me. You're stuck now." ~

"Oh great. Stuck with you. That's the absolute last thing I wanted." I lightly push him on the shoulder, trying to avoid hitting his injured spots. "And no, I've always been glad...there was just that stretch of time where I was pissed off that it was so hard to get you places and hide you. Like, if I were alone, I wouldn't have to hide. But with you here...sorry about before. I don't really know if you picked up on it before we got here and stuff, but I was being kinda mean. I was just generally pissed off at the world." ~

"There's nothing to be sorry about." I feign injury on the shoulder he barely tapped. "And since the Games, I'm used to you in a terrible mood." I laugh. "So I've really just come to accept it." ~

"Wow, the Games really fucked me up, didn't they?" I laugh for a couple seconds, but there's truth behind what I'm saying. "If I ever get angry with you again, just clue me in on it, okay?" ~

"Okay, I promise." I smirk. "As much as the Games and the 18 years leading up to them messed with you, I expect to have much more time than that to fix you...and in a few months, I've done so much more." ~

"Fix me? Live it up, Peeta. This is the best that you'll ever find." I laugh. "And if all goes as planned, you'll have all the time in the world for me. How does that sound?" ~

"Well, we did say forever, didn't we?" I lean into him. "I mean, I think I can deal with your cockiness for the rest of time. Maybe." I joke. ~

"And I might be able to deal with your always-pouty face for the rest of time. Maybe." I say. "But it might be the end of me." ~

"Why is that? Because I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?" ~

I stare at him in disbelief. "You are always in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's about time you noticed." ~

"Why do you look so shocked?" ~

"Because I thought I was the only one who noticed that trend. You're never in the right place." I laugh because it's true...especially now. Nowhere is the right place for him. ~

"No, I guess not." I laugh nervously. "Pretty unlucky. You're the best luck I've ever had." ~

"You're the best I'll ever have." ~

"We did say forever." ~

"F-forever?" I feign shock at the thought of us being together for the rest of time. "I don't know if I can commit to that!" ~

"Don't tell me you were thinking about abandoning me before the world ended!" I fake a blasphemous tone. ~

"I was planning on leaving you after we did it, but I guess that's out of the question now." I laugh. ~

"Oh?" I stand by him and lean in close, whispering into his ear. "You really think you could manage fucking me only once?" I run my hand down his chest, nearing the waistband of his pants slowly before pulling my hand away. ~

"Wait, w-what?" I stare at his hand as it moves down my chest, eventually to the top of my pants. A chill is sent up my spine, and I know it's not from the cold air. "What are you doing?" I ask stupidly as he stops touching me. ~

I smile. "You said you were thinking of leaving me after we did it. You think you could let yourself only do that to me once?" ~

"Um...no, I was joking." I laugh nervously. "I'm confused. What were you just doing?" ~

"Nothing." I take a step back from him, holding my hands behind my back. "Nothing at all." ~

"You were just...touching me everywhere!" One minute, he's crying about how we can't have sex, and now, he's feeling me up everywhere. "That was something..." ~

"Um..Nope." I shrug. "I have no idea what you're talking about." ~

"Oh...kay." I turn and look around the car for anything besides boxes. Anything at all to sleep on, or even to play a game with. Sighing, I look back to Peeta, who is still standing and smiling with his hands behind his back. "So then what should we do now? I think we have a lot of time on this train." ~

"Sleep?" I laugh, then yawn, realizing how tired I actually was. ~

"Well, there's not really anything for us to sleep on..." I sit back down on the floor by the wall and pat my leg. "Come on, you can lay on me." ~

"Alright then.." I go and lay by him. "How long do you think we actually have?" ~

"A few days, I think." This train isn't going as fast as the one I was on for the Victory Tour, so it should at least be a little longer than that. Then I realize something...and it isn't good. "When was the last time you ate?" ~

"I...Can't remember. I could barely eat the day before you came home. Which was... Yesterday? Probably two days ago, Giving us time to get to the Capitol." I think for a second. "So...lunch." I pause. "Three days ago." ~

"Well...shit." I really don't want to say what I'm thinking, but I have to. "If we can't find something to eat here, we'll have to get off the train at some point. You'll starve to death if we don't." ~

"A person can survive three weeks without food, Cato." I sigh. "Not happily, but I'll live. If we get off, we don't have money for food or transportation. Then, I'm really dead." ~

"But you're weak. Don't you need food?" I haven't eaten in a while, either, but that's the least of my concerns. "What was the longest you've gone without food?" ~

"Honestly?" I didn't want him to feel badly, because he's always had enough to eat. "There was a time, when I was eleven, that the whole District had a food shortage. There was an explosion in the mines, and since we had nothing to export...the Capitol refused to import anything. Not even tesserae. Some people saved things and were okay for a while, but my father was one of the people who helped feed everyone else. He knew how long it would take for the Capitol to bring us food, so he gave to others who were already weak, like the people in the Seam, all of our bread and other goods...I didn't eat for two weeks. We lived off of water." ~

I wasn't expecting that. I remember seeing how skinny he was when he first came to District Two after his long journey. If he was that bad then, I'm afraid to think of how those two weeks were when he was younger. And now I don't even want to talk to him because the longest I've gone without eating was maybe five days, so now I feel terrible. "You're already underweight, though...are you sure we can't try it?" ~

"I'd really rather not." I snuggle my head into his shoulder. "I'd rather just stick here with you where we know where we're going, and you can distract me from the idea of food." ~

"How can I distract you from the idea of food if I'm the one who brought it up in the first place?" I laugh, putting my arm around him. ~

"Well, first thing's first, don't bring it up again." I say, smirking and sticking my tongue out at him. "Let's sleep, and figure out what else to do in the morning, okay?" ~

"Alright." I let out a yawn. "And Peeta?" ~

"Yes?" I begin to shut my eyes. ~

"Next time we're about to die? Can you be the one saving my life for a change? This whole hero thing is a little tiring." ~

"I'll try my best. You are my hero, after all. Which, in some convoluted way, makes me a damsel in distress." I laugh quietly. "But I'd do anything to save you." ~

"Nice to know." I smile and close my eyes. "Let's hope this is a quiet night." ~

I wrap my arms around him and allow my eyes to shut. "Goodnight, love. I'll see you in the morning." ~

"Goodnight." I don't want to stop talking to him now, but he's incredibly tired and needs rest. Even I'm kinda tired. So, I let him fall asleep on me for the first time in almost a month. This is a good night. ~

A/N: LIVE IT UP. Anyway, review! Psh, you all thought it was gonna be a trap. HA xx