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As much as you love the rest of your fellow ghosts, it’s nice to get some quiet time alone with Thomas every once in a while, somewhere other than the confines of your own room.
It seems almost perfect, laying back on the grass – not even having to worry about getting your clothes dirty, one positive of being dead – with your head resting in Thomas’ lap.
“They’re so beautiful,” you say, and you should have immediately known what Thomas’ response would be.
“Not nearly as beautiful as you, my dear,” he assures you, and you can’t help but smile. It’s such a common line, you’re aware, but it still causes butterflies in your stomach because you know that when Thomas says it, it comes straight from his heart.
“And not even close to as beautiful as you.” You wait enthusiastically for the little squeak that Thomas always makes after you say such a thing to him, even after being together for such a long time. When you hear it, your grin widens.
He stammers a little, and you sit up, gently cupping Thomas’ face between your hands. He smiles fondly at you, and you lean forward to press a soft kiss against his lips.
“You are still far more beautiful than I, dearest,” he tells you, and you can’t stop yourself from kissing him again.