[Now that he knows he'll probably never actually admit that she is exactly his type. Fierce, powerful in her own right, the type that takes no shit from anyone. But also someone that hopes, whose spirit is bright and enduring. Soft grudging smiles and hair so soft it almost seems unnatural.
He'd had no idea how perfectly she'd fit with him that first day when he'd flirted with her on the beach.
But if it made her feel better than far be it for him to destroy that particular illusion. She'd never hear otherwise from him.]
Yeah... he can tell. And he'll make sure we wake up to him instead of waking up screaming.
[They're all soldiers, they all have things that haunt them.]
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He'd had no idea how perfectly she'd fit with him that first day when he'd flirted with her on the beach.
But if it made her feel better than far be it for him to destroy that particular illusion. She'd never hear otherwise from him.]
Yeah... he can tell. And he'll make sure we wake up to him instead of waking up screaming.
[They're all soldiers, they all have things that haunt them.]