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The only time he gets to see her face while he’s undercover is when he sleeps. He dreams about her, about that night.
Three months in and he’s already starting to forget little things about her. Like last night, he dreamed she had on blue lipstick. It was weird. But even more terrifying, was when he told her he wanted to be with her romantic stylez, she laughed at him.
After he rocks the mission and saves America, he’s honestly happy to see her, void of acne and orange hair. He’s glad she doesn’t bring up what he said months ago.
(Even more so when she tells him she wants to break up with Teddy.)
That night, he sleeps in his own bed for the first time in months. He dreams she’s laughing at a joke a little boy makes, his hair like Jake’s and nose like Amy’s.