Mmyeah. You’ve got a complete klutz of a boyfriend who’s constantly worried about losing you or something happening to you. And I usually say that perfection is un-reachable, but then I- ..I look at you and think, “Well, she must have pretty long arms, because she’s reached it.”
Abby felt her cheeks go hot as her heart hammered, and she looked down, shaking her head despite the shy smile forcing itself onto her face. How… how could he really feel that way about her? “You’re not a klutz, Steve. You’re amazing, and accepting, and the most caring person possible. You’re… you’re everything I could ever want. And me? No, I’m not perfect.” She held up her hands and looked at her ams pointedly, before giving a slightly playful shrug. “My arms are normal-sized. Kind of short, actually. I haven’t reached anything, nothing but a reason to think that maybe… that maybe I’ll actually get a chance at being really happy. It kind of… wasn’t something I thought I deserved, before you.”
Steve chuckled as she piled on compliment after compliment. He really didn’t know how to take it all. But, if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that “not a klutz" was a major exaggeration. "Well, you may not be perfect, but you’re pretty damn near close to it," he proclaimed, pulling her closer. "You’ve always deserved to be happy. Always. And I guess you’ve just never met anyone who’s realized that." He chuckled, "Except maybe Wren." He pulls her in for a kiss. "I love you, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure you know that I’ll always love you. No matter what."