[He still doesn't get it. She can tell just by looking at his face and it occurs to her that she ought to ask when he first put the mask on, point out that he can't really trust anything he did after, but then he goes and clasps one huge hand over hers. Looks at her like that, speaks like that and in that moment she wants nothing more than to believe him. And that's what Christmas is about, isn't it? Believing because you want to, no matter what the evidence says.
He got a bike. She should get something too, even if it's not for keeps. So she blinks hard again and when she leans in it's a tentative and stuttering sort of motion, but it happens. Pushes her way closer through every reason she can think of not to until her lips brush against his.]
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He got a bike. She should get something too, even if it's not for keeps. So she blinks hard again and when she leans in it's a tentative and stuttering sort of motion, but it happens. Pushes her way closer through every reason she can think of not to until her lips brush against his.]