I still love you, too. [It's whispered, but still she makes sure it's loud enough for him to hear. She might as well go for complete honesty, it's not like anything she says will go back to bite her ass. Not when she's dead, not when she doesn't have anything to go back to. And The Will does- he was stabbed. So what? He'd survived worse.
And suddenly, as she stares at the Will's face as he sorts his thoughts out her other self's advice doesn't seem so out of left field. Suddenly it all makes sense.]
Tell me about Sophie. She's six? That is definitely too young for you.
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And suddenly, as she stares at the Will's face as he sorts his thoughts out her other self's advice doesn't seem so out of left field. Suddenly it all makes sense.]
Tell me about Sophie. She's six? That is definitely too young for you.