"Are you mad at me about you being nice?" She asked in a small voice, "Because it won't last." She frowned as she rested her head on his shoulder, reminding them both of the true nature of their relationship.
He rubbed his hand in soothing circles on her back, "It could." He said cautiously, "It could be made to last."
It was easy for him to believe when she was in the circle of his arms held loosely the way she was right now. He shrugged his shoulders and she looked up at him, he brought his hand up to cup her cheek, he lowered his head to kiss her.
Elizabeth turned her head, "My breath is gross, the soup had onions in it." She tried not to breath on him as he rolled his eyes.
For someone that seemed to have a preoccupation with killing her self, she was very strange about he
