( she shakes her head then, quick and desperate but she can't pull herself from his orbit either. he feels like her Archie, like the man she wishes she'd last seen.
she could tell him he's wrong, that that's not where she's from -- that it's not where he's from either. that they'd moved into together, he'd asked, and that they were ready to be husband and wife.
she kisses him instead, hands on Archie's face and determination that if she can close the gap, if they sweep this under the rug for just a moment maybe she can wake up in a familiar bed in his arms instead of in this strange place where a heart-shaped cake is melting between them. )
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she could tell him he's wrong, that that's not where she's from -- that it's not where he's from either. that they'd moved into together, he'd asked, and that they were ready to be husband and wife.
she kisses him instead, hands on Archie's face and determination that if she can close the gap, if they sweep this under the rug for just a moment maybe she can wake up in a familiar bed in his arms instead of in this strange place where a heart-shaped cake is melting between them. )