[Returned to safer territory, Paul relaxes once more, though not to the degree he was before. She's given him plenty to think about, some of it during the thin, quiet hours after midnight, when he can't sleep, and the future stretches out mercilessly before him.
But for now, he pulls a face at grossness, with a distinctly teenaged suggestion of an eye roll even as his smile returns to its former brightness.]
I should let you get to all of that [he says, in blissful ignorance of his near future] after all, who am I to stand in the way of romance?
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But for now, he pulls a face at grossness, with a distinctly teenaged suggestion of an eye roll even as his smile returns to its former brightness.]
I should let you get to all of that [he says, in blissful ignorance of his near future] after all, who am I to stand in the way of romance?