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[The embrace was a welcome one, though certainly all she expected out of him. It was one of the many charming quirks in their relationship -- she could talk for hours and he would listen patiently, while he would say little and Angel could interpret volumes. Words were virtually unnecessary between the two of them.]

[It was why when he spoke, what he said came as no surprise. They'd never said as much aloud to one another, but you simply didn't travel across foreign lands with someone you didn't feel strongly toward. Likewise, didn't trust someone you felt lukewarm about with your life. Their feelings, their mutual feelings were obvious enough.]

I love you. [She nestled her cheek against his chest, feeling the heavy pounding of the bass drum therein against her skin. This was safe. This was home, more than Pandora, more than the Inn itself. Whether they were beneath a strong roof or towering, dripping trees, she knew she would be safe.

[It was the kind of friendship she'd spent hours dreaming of.]

Thank you. [It was hard to choke out the words, between the wad of emotions gathering in her throat. She sniffed, hoping that the warmth in her eyes wouldn't spread down to her cheeks, and potentially onto Krieg's chest.]