<div style="text-align: justify;">His tone of voice almost broke her heart. For the first time, she thought about how young they were. And he was even younger than her. It seemed so unfair that he had this to deal with instead of normal things like talking to girls and waking up plastered in a deck chair somewhere. Still, a tiny ray of light poked through the sudden clouds that had gathered - at least he understood her. She couldn't help but smile a little. Then, exactly because they were young, she turned her head back towards him, the slight smile still playing around her lips. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya know... Maybe ya should do exactly that."</span><br/><br/>She scooted closer to him, sitting thigh against thigh, black skirt against black pants on the smooth stone. His hand was still in one of hers, and now she clasped it with both of them. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I've already kept ya around for more than one dee, haven't I?"</span> She continued. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya're right, ya can't ask people to stick around ya with the mess ya're in. But maybe some people will, anyway. Besides,"</span> she said, taking on a significantly lighter tone, <span style="color: #4080FF">"It's not like those bears are here now, right? I can deal with the crazyness for now."</span></div>