She stumbles when he knocks her with the bag, laughing as she catches herself before face planting into a snowbank. It snaps her out of any melancholy she might be falling into and she looks up at him with a brighter expression and no more blushing.


The way he describes the memories really sum everything up. Yeah. Yeah, she gets that entirely. Some things are like BAM! Crystal clear. Other things are like looking through a really dirty window with the lights all dim. He's also hella reassuring. Like he totally knows what's up and is wise and stuff. It's weird how he's been able to put her completely at ease since she got home.

Weird, but nice. Really nice.

"Good point." She nods, looking up at the darkening sky. After a moment, she gets another urge to just blurt something out. "Do you remember seeing my tits?!"