[That little flip turned into a somersault in his chest as he heard those three little words. His smile was blinding, flipping the last sandwich off the grill and turning the stove off as he went to plate them.]

Love you, too. And things have been... almost quiet. Which is honestly making my fists itch. Not like the city's without any lowlives doing what they do, but the larger ones are being quiet. It's unsettling.