Tate mirrored Violet's smile, loving the way she always seemed so reluctant to show any happiness. She was so strong. He loved that about her. She hated showing any signs of weakness but, if you knew her well enough (like he did), you could see past the tough facade to the Violet beneath. She was perfect and beautiful, inside and out. He'd never realised how loving someone so completely would make him feel, about them or about himself.
"Dorky can be fun sometimes," he told her, with a shrug. It was only losers and bitchy nobodies who cared what they looked like all the damn time. Real people - people like Violet and him - didn't care what other people thought, even when they were being dorky. They knew that the rest of the world had it wrong, celebrating vacuousness over individuality. Even these modern 'hipsters', who thought they were just so individual, were all fucking sheep. Only people like he and Violet could see past all that and see the world, and the people in it, for what they really were. Violet had been able to see the good in him, after all, even if only for a little while.