He let out a breath of relief. Sure, he should probably tell her eventually what really conspired on the night they were engaged, but -- that could wait until she wasn't having what was apparently a minor nervous breakdown. He put on a keen smile and carefully slipped his arms around her, moving to loosen the bandage she'd just yanked hard on.
"Because," he pressed a kiss to her cheek, "You are a wonderful woman, one of the only people who will stand up to me and tell me when I'm being an idiot in a way that even I can understand..." he paused, "And you could kick my arse as soon as kiss me." They were true reasons, at least.
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