"Who is better at it anyway," he said, slicing himself some more fruit, smiling at her. There hadn't been dark times for him, not yet. To him the worst they had was the hiding, the secrecy, and... and the fear he tried to ignore every day that ate at him every night.

Moments like this it was easy, so easy, to be sure. To know he would save her. He did his best to cling to those, to hold them close as a weapon against the fear. He would find a way to protect her. He would.