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"Star matter, huh?" Eliza mentioned as she looked up at him. Sometimes she wondered how he didn't see the brilliance she saw in him. Even Eliza could feel the wonder in her stare as she took in his image sometimes. He was brilliant sure, but she just loved to listen to the way his mind worked. It was full of twists and turns, million mile and hour thoughts, changes of topic in a millisecond, but it was astounding. She wondered when she first met if he would ever consider her smart, but that didn't matter anymore. She loved to experience him in those little moments. The strange way he curled hard scientific and mathematical concepts into poetry. Eliza had never really cared much for poetry, but she had a teacher once that told her that when she heard the right poem, she would feel it.
He was the right poem. The brightest damn piece of star matter in her galaxy.
"I like that," she laughed, "Better than the Catholic nonsense I grew up with, anyway."
He agreed on the cheese curds and Eliza ordered another drink, ready to just settle into her evening and let it all just be. There was hell waiting for them in New York and she knew they were walking into the lion's den, but they would figure it out. Eliza would just have to remind herself every single day that there was a middle ground – that she could do this and not shut down like her instincts begged her to do. They would be fine. He would be safe, even if she was so worried about helplessly standing by. She had a job to do. She was not that four-year-old girl anymore. Damn it all, she had to remember that.
"In my defense," Eliza added as she sipped her new whiskey diet, "you were only last on the list because food and alcohol have been around longer than you are. But hey, stick around and I might even bump you above cheese and fried food."
She let out a warm, bright laugh that seemed to ease the residual tension in her muscles. They would be fine and if they weren't, they'd figure it out. She wasn't about to let anything happen to Rhett, not if she could do something about it. The thing about Eliza was that she was fiercely loyal to the few she held dear and she would have done anything in the world, risked anything to make sure Rhett was okay.
He was the right poem. The brightest damn piece of star matter in her galaxy.
"I like that," she laughed, "Better than the Catholic nonsense I grew up with, anyway."
He agreed on the cheese curds and Eliza ordered another drink, ready to just settle into her evening and let it all just be. There was hell waiting for them in New York and she knew they were walking into the lion's den, but they would figure it out. Eliza would just have to remind herself every single day that there was a middle ground – that she could do this and not shut down like her instincts begged her to do. They would be fine. He would be safe, even if she was so worried about helplessly standing by. She had a job to do. She was not that four-year-old girl anymore. Damn it all, she had to remember that.
"In my defense," Eliza added as she sipped her new whiskey diet, "you were only last on the list because food and alcohol have been around longer than you are. But hey, stick around and I might even bump you above cheese and fried food."
She let out a warm, bright laugh that seemed to ease the residual tension in her muscles. They would be fine and if they weren't, they'd figure it out. She wasn't about to let anything happen to Rhett, not if she could do something about it. The thing about Eliza was that she was fiercely loyal to the few she held dear and she would have done anything in the world, risked anything to make sure Rhett was okay.