The schmoopy, Valentine’s Day stuff had never been Margo’s thing. Pretty cards and words were worthless without the action to back them up. She knew Seth well enough, though, to know that he didn’t say things just to say them. At least not to her. When he said-- Typed that the two of them were going to stick together, that was all she needed to quell her fears for the moment. That uneasy feeling in her gut subsided and there was even a smile on her face.

She let herself rest against him, still walking together. It never stopped amazing her the way they fit together, like puzzle pieces. There was another comparison Margo had thought of from time to time when she’d found herself walking with him like this. She’d wondered if maybe he was her crutch and she was leaning on him in more than the literal sense. With pride like hers, that tiny voice in the back of her head would never let her forget about that particular musing.

“Anybody who ships me to a world without you is going to get a perfectly manicured fist in their face.” She smirked. It was an understatement. If Margo had ever woken up in a world without her partner in crime, she would have raised every single circle of Hell.