At first the costume gives her butterflies, as she remembers that rainy day and the story spun by someone she suspects was not at all who she'd claimed to be. It lasts about as long as it takes to remember how easily he'd let her claim him-- he's so much more than just a boyfriend now, but it was one of the first times she'd let herself stake that bit of claim.
She would tell that Sabrina it turns out better than she could ever hope.
"Hey," she says, drawing close enough to lean up and whisper the word against his ear. "Looking good, Mister Scratch."
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At first the costume gives her butterflies, as she remembers that rainy day and the story spun by someone she suspects was not at all who she'd claimed to be. It lasts about as long as it takes to remember how easily he'd let her claim him-- he's so much more than just a boyfriend now, but it was one of the first times she'd let herself stake that bit of claim.
She would tell that Sabrina it turns out better than she could ever hope.
"Hey," she says, drawing close enough to lean up and whisper the word against his ear. "Looking good, Mister Scratch."