He might agree on the gaps. How many could there be? How wide could the distance be between them when they were both right here? When they were both happy...

The giggle warms him, cause him all the brighter a smile. She kisses him then, despite his stitches, despite himself, and so he stays low with her, pressing against her lips, cupping her jaw in one hand and running the other through her hair. He loves her. So desperately much does he love.

How could that be wrong?