"I wouldn't want it to," she answered, calmly. "I mean, I don't think I would. It's ... you, and if you weren't you, you wouldn't be the person I'm in love with."

It had been a long day. She wasn't saying it right, but she had a feeling he understood anyway.

The water splashed against her ankles as she trudged out into the spring again, Reno close behind.

"So ... what does it mean now?"