"You're an idiot," she says with a laugh. He was never going to lose her. She would fight for him, for them, until her last breath. "But you're my idiot, and I love you."

The couch is somewhat cramped and not very comfortable, but she lies back and tugs him with her. "Now please kiss me," she murmurs, still a little giddy from the alcohol. "That's what you really invited me over for, isn't it?" she teases.