[It's almost comical how immediately that brings the owlbear to laughter, their glamoured-green skin flushing dark with mirth, a touch of their usual warmth back in their expression.

Still, they believe completely that he'll do exactly that if they ask.]

I know you would, but I do not know if there's anything left to knock loose. [It feels like such a silly thing to say standing in line at fucking Starbucks, but Rue sighs gently and smiles at Winter.]

I love him. If we must start over, then I would do it a hundred times over to be with him. I think I am just stuck on something else, that is not helping me let go.