[Lydia stills when he says her name. She is growing more and more frustrated with the situation. With her abilities. But she does relax at his words. A small smile appearing on her lips.]
I love you, too. [She whispers, then leans in and kisses him softly, before pulling away just a little, her nose still brushing against his.]
What I was gonna say is, I think you're my anchor. Or-- some kind of banshee anchor.
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I love you, too. [She whispers, then leans in and kisses him softly, before pulling away just a little, her nose still brushing against his.]
What I was gonna say is, I think you're my anchor. Or-- some kind of banshee anchor.