[Even if her mother wouldn't approve, Abigail thinks she'd want to do it anyway. Will helped her start to realize this, right at the end: her mother is dead. It's sad, but it's true. She's dead and gone, and after all, one can't model oneself wholly on one's forebears. Can't cut joy out of your life just because bad things have happened.]
[As it stands, she smiles so hard when he straightens up, when he considers everything she's said in serious but not solemn silence, that her eyes crinkle at the corners, that her cheeks hurt.]
It'd be acceptable either way.
[But she thinks that maybe he's teasing her, just a little, and shrugs just once in delight.]
[ Private ]
[As it stands, she smiles so hard when he straightens up, when he considers everything she's said in serious but not solemn silence, that her eyes crinkle at the corners, that her cheeks hurt.]
It'd be acceptable either way.
[But she thinks that maybe he's teasing her, just a little, and shrugs just once in delight.]
But now I want to know. So yes. Please.