[Right. Her impossible promise, their mutual deal. Chuckling a little, despite the fact that there's still a tear or two in his eyes, Aqua gives the hand that remains in his a small squeeze.]
Mm. Yeah.
[He presses a soft kiss into her hair, then takes the hand from her arm to wipe his eyes dry. His other hand doesn't let go.]
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Mm. Yeah.
[He presses a soft kiss into her hair, then takes the hand from her arm to wipe his eyes dry. His other hand doesn't let go.]
We'll hold each other to it.