— Why don’t you have a loader? Barnard would’ve found you one. — I’m not very good at it. This or double guns, and I don’t want a witness. — I’m a witness. — Then please don’t spread the word of my incompetence.
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“Mary,” he said, not quietly.
“Do you want dessert?”
She opened one dark eye and stared at him for a second before rolling and turning herself until her head was at his side. “Maybe.” She peered at the plate. “What is it?”
“One of the chocolate things. I don’t remember what it was called.” He handed her a glass of water. “I hope it’s still good.”
“How could it not be? It’s chocolate,” she murmured as she took a drink and then picked off a bite. “Pa amb xocolata. Bread with chocolate. Maman…” She stopped, head tilting slightly forward, hair obscuring her face and there was the smallest sigh, a sound that he knew all too well hid the burial of some deep emotion. He tucked the dark locks of hair behind her ear, carefully, gently, his fingers light upon her skin, and he pretended to not see the tear that connected faint freckles across her right cheek.
Favorite Matthew & Mary Moments Per-episode: episode 6 (series 1) -“Shall I remind you of some of the choicest remarks you made about me when I arrived here? Because they live in my memory as fresh as the day they were spoken.” “Oh Matthew what am I always telling you? You must pay no attention to the things I say.”