[ Floe fights back the urge to sob while Lance speaks, hands trembling as they gripped almost desperately to the back of his shirt. She sniffles a bit when he pulls back, a few tears still making their way down her face despite his efforts...but his question has her smiling through them, shaky but completely sure of her answer. ]
Yes...yes, of course!
[ And then she's throwing herself forward again; this time, to kiss him with all the determination and affection she can muster. ]
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Yes...yes, of course!
[ And then she's throwing herself forward again; this time, to kiss him with all the determination and affection she can muster. ]