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“Are you sure about this, Colin?” she asked for what felt like the tenth time that day as she was getting out of the car, warily eying his childhood home before them.
“Yes, Pen, I’m very sure about this. They will love you.” In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if they would like her a lot more than they did him. Hell, he liked her a lot better than he had ever liked himself.
She was giving him this look as if he had skipped one of his thoughts again when writing an article and now, it didn't make sense to anyone beside himself. As if he was missing something obvious.
“But what if they don’t?”
He wasn’t.
“If they don’t like you the only logical explanation is that they’ve all been replaced by evil shapeshifters. Or animatronic robots. Or holograms. Or—”
“Colin, I’m serious.” Well, she tried to sound that way, but there was no masking the giggle that bubbled out of her. It was his favourite sound in the world.
“Yeah, so am I. Pen, you’re amazing. You’re smart and kind and funny. You’re the strongest, most interesting person I know and you might not always see it and your family might not always see it, but my family will, I can promise you that.” Her tiny hand squeezing his was all the response he needed. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”