[She tilts his head, still terribly, terribly gentle with him, and presses her lips to his temple.]

Of course you would.

[Another one, on his forehead.]

Of course he did. Being angry isn't an end to anything, it's... it's transient.

[His cheek, softly.]

...no matter what his voice is used to say, next week, no amount of anger or miasma is going to change or undo the friendship you built together.

[She falters, briefly.]

In... in some ways, the two of you are a lot alike. You treasure other people so... so, so much more than your own selves.