My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.
Change, like healing, takes time.
Awkwardness aside, it's nice to be liked.
Fine," he says. "Then I love you.
Four flips the gun in this hand, presses the barrel to Peter's forehead, and clicks a bullet into place. Peter freezes with his lips parted, the yawn dead in his mouth. "Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
He holds my face in both hands and kisses me back. I press into the distance between us until it is gone, crushing the secrets we have kept and the suspicions we have harbored-for good, I hope.