brightbluedot:

That moment always stands out to me, too!! I can totally see that being something he calls her in more sincere, quiet moments – she is his dearest friend, after all, she has a way of softening his heart. 

I can see him approaching her as she stares out the window, and he knows her mind dwells now not in dark places, but dull ones, gray ones, so he wraps his arm around her shoulders and kisses her temple, murmurs that things will get better, my sweet, I swear it, feeling almost proud when her reflection almost smiles.

Or maybe it’s written on the inside cover of a book, a bit tattered and smelling of salt water – I know this isn’t to your usual tastes, my sweet, but I hope you find some enjoyment in it nonetheless. (She doesn’t, not really, but that first handwritten page makes it worth keeping.) 

It could be more casual, too, thank you, my sweet and here you go, my sweet said with small smiles over traded cups of tea or misplaced bookmarks, or whatever other mundane thing they have the privilege to be concerned with for a few hours. 

asldfjsk I’ll be thinking about this all day now I am Ruined thank you