Hemingway looked up as Abi returned, a very genuine smile playing on his lips to match hers. And he knew that he could never hurt her, not like that. So, he would keep trying, he would fight for her, he would be better, the best kind of man he could be, the kind that she deserved truly. Ironically, he could see now that he already could be, even with all his impulsiveness.
"Thanks. Taking care of me now, huh?" he smiled, lifting his other arm to wrap it around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. He leaned over and pressed a kiss just below her ear.