“If I wasn’t me, would you still feel me?”
She is barely awake when she hears his question but it drags her out of sleep rather unwillingly. Her sleepy eyes blink open--and she nods her answer though she deeply suspects that a nod will not be enough. “I’m here with you now-- that’s a choice. Nothing less. I don’t give a fuck about  who everyone thinks you are.. and I.. I’m here because of who I know you are. The only man who ever made me feel even relatively safe. I know you are convinced whatever I may or may not feel for you is because of some ephemeral bullshit. But I would think you’d know me better than  that by now.” The smile on her lips is sad and sleepy and there’s a part of her that wants to stay up a little more just so she can find out what he’s getting at. “Now go to sleep-- okay? Isn’t the party tomorrow?” She kisses his cheek, her lip catches the corner of his mouth as she pulls away. She buries her head in his chest and promptly passes out.Â
