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I'm not ready to promise that.

Okay.

I want to but I'm just can't yet, Rory.

That's okay.
I know it's a lot to ask.
The fact that you want to is enough.
...If you're willing to try, I am. *looks at her feet*

Try, yes. I want to do that. Try harder, in fact. Harder then the past, anyway.

*grins*

Good. I'm glad.

*grins* Good.

*shyly* So, what now?

I don't know. Pick up where we left off? Well, maybe not right there. Kiss?

I guess.

Why is this part always so awkward?

Because it's us. *hand in hers*

Good point. *laughs, is happy*

*leans into kiss her, hopes this isn't awkward. Shouldn't be.*

*wraps her arms around his neck. Isn't awkward at all.*

*Not at all*

She breaks off the kiss, resting her forehead against his, and whispers, smiling, I missed you.

I missed you. *grins*

She tucks her head in between his neck and shoulder, moving so her arms are around his waist, and closes her eyes.

Promise what?

To not run away when things...get tough, I guess.

That's a very big promise.

Well, I can't really promise it. I'm going to try, at least.

Better not promise and be able to, then promise and not be able to.

True.

Or something like that.

Some sort of psychologist?

Forensic anthropologist, actually. *frowns, cuz she hates psychology*

Really? What's that exactly?

I solve murders by investigating people's bones.

That sounds...disturbing. Is it?

Well, it's not fun, but it's rewarding.

Yes, it's disturbing, sometimes.

You get so solve crimes, so yeah.

Among other things.