"Henry," she shakes her head, stepping back to let him in. "You're not an idiot. You're..." There are so many ways she could describe him and the daft choices that brought them to this moment, but one stands above the rest. "You're a loving man." Belatedly she takes the flowers, cheered by the bright, optimistic simplicity of them. He couldn't have chosen better.
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Date: 2013-02-08 05:11 am (UTC)