[Zetta grins. In this moment, this incredibly brief moment, everything feels so fucking domestic, it feels homey. And right now, she doesn't want to rail against it. She wants to cradle it against her chest and never let it go.
She kisses the end of his nose.] Likewise, darling. [A beat.] Your shades are up by my pack. [For when he wants them again.]
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She kisses the end of his nose.] Likewise, darling. [A beat.] Your shades are up by my pack. [For when he wants them again.]