It was impressive because there never had to be a fight. They were gentle and considerate enough to compromise right at the beginning. It just seemed easy.

And it through a spotlight on how different theirs was. If he didn't remember all the times she had willingly gotten cozy, it was simply because he didn't remember them being very willing at all. For every cozy moment he remembered them having, he couldn't forget what came with them. The moments of second-guessing that came before a ride, each duck of her head out of the way, every shove and scramble away from him, each and every ounce of hesitation and resistance that flared up in front of him. It was impossible not to notice how tense and uncomfortable she seemed half the time.

Even here and now, with what was arguably the most comfortable she'd been, she'd told him to run. She hadn't chosen this.

He just always made things difficult.

"Just as long as you do." He smiled a little. "That's all I can ask."