[That laugh is what finally prompts him to lift one hand up to stroke her cheek, smoothing a few stray strands of hair out of her face. If she's laughing, she's okay. Not 100% comfortable, perhaps, but there's no pinch of pain to her features and she's not trying to push him away. Adjusting he can deal with.]
You'd tell me, and you'd hit me. There wouldn't be any question about that much.
September 26th - The Marathon
You'd tell me, and you'd hit me. There wouldn't be any question about that much.