Her expression shifted. She looked down at the space between them, then back up at his face.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "But if it didn't, we can try again."
"I would be," he said carefully, "in favor of that strategy."
She rolled her eyes with great affection and kissed him.
It was unhurried and thorough and she cupped his face in both hands while she did it, and when she pulled back she had a very soft expression.
"Goodnight, Yàn Shū."
"Goodnight," he said. "Bai Yue."
She settled against his shoulder, and he
listened to her breathing slow. He did not sleep for a very long time because there was too much to think about. Good things. Warm, overwhelming, terrifying good things.
He picked up his journal eventually, carefully, so as not to wake her.
I don't have better words for it, he wrote, so I'll just write the true ones.
