[Did they, though? Is that the truth? She struggles daily with showing Wesley how she feels about him. Really feels. For fear of what...some kind of retaliation by a sentient castle? He deserved so much more than that. But for the moment, Fred pushes all that down.
Leaning across the beer they're both still holding, Fred presses a lingering kiss to Wesley's cheek. For all her rambles, sometimes it's easier without words]
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Leaning across the beer they're both still holding, Fred presses a lingering kiss to Wesley's cheek. For all her rambles, sometimes it's easier without words]