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Straight. Fire. Two and a half years later, I still watch that scene with butterflies. And that kiss after Rick puts his gun on the table is truly one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen on television. The way he’s smiling as he goes in, you can see the love and joy on his face, but also, him knowing they’re about to get. it. in. 

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     “You okay?” he asked, lingering in the doorway.        Michonne was sitting on the edge of Andre’s bed, looking up at him.  “Not really, no.  Mike, he…”  She shook her head, looking away.  “He made me realize….I have a funeral to plan,” she finished softly.        Rick entered the room, dropping to one knee before her.  “You don’t have to do that,” he said, peering at her.      Michonne exhaled, looking at him sadly.  “Yeah…I do.”  Abruptly, she got up, going to the closet.  Rick got up in one fluid motion, turning to watch her.  After a bit of rifling, she pulled out a pale, blue suit.  “He just wore this at Easter.  He did the egg hunt and everything.  I was so surprised at how clean he kept it,” she murmured, running her fingers gently over the crisp lapels.  “Just some strawberry filling on the front from cake, but…I got it out.”        Rick didn’t have the heart to tell her it’d probably be a closed casket.      ‘Unless…’      “Did he have any baseball caps?”      Michonne tilted her head at him.  “Sure.  Why?”      Rick walked over to her, closing the distance.  “A dark blue one would be nice.  With the suit, I mean.  I…”   He trailed off at the faraway look in her eyes.      “Oh,” she whispered, looking down with a furrowed brow.  “The gash.  Right.”      Rick nodded, looking away.  “Listen, uh…there’s someone I’d like you to see.  I think it could help.  Hell, couldn’t hurt.”      “Who?”      “She’s our resident  forensic psychiatrist and criminal profiler.  Well, not ours, but she has an office here and visits often.  Been with the department for the last couple of years.  She’s good–solid.  I think you should talk to her. I can take you.”  He looked her over, attempting to gauge her reaction.  “It’s no trouble at all,” he added, staring at her worriedly.  “Michonne, just…” he sighed.  “Just talk to her.  If you don’t like it, we can go.  That I promise.”      Michonne stared at him, and Rick felt as if she was staring into the core of his being.  Still, he didn’t break eye contact with her.  Finally, she nodded.      “Okay.”