Terrence had missed this too; it was nice to be carefree with her. But if she thought that the intensity of what they'd been going through lately had given him a preference for hanging out with other people, she was wrong. As nice as it was to get a break from the stress of their lives, Terrence would still choose to be at Ella's side going through shite than with anyone else he'd hung out with recently, doing any of the things they'd done.
If he'd had to choose between one or the other, that was. Being here with her when there was nothing to care about except for winning the pillow fight, was better than both of those options. He would always associate the negative part of the world that she'd shown him with her, but not in the bad way that she might think; she'd simply become the one person in the world with whom he would face anything.
It was the contrast between that and their current situation that made him feel a similar rush of affection for her. They had been carefree in their early years, yes, but that didn't mean they couldn't handle it when things got tough. It made them better equipped to handle it, if anything.
He darted and dodged around her, trying to keep her on her toes just as much as she was keeping him. After sparring for a little while, he lowered his head and moved in, taking the blows that she dealt at close range without being fazed, and curled a hand in her shirt as he captured her lips with his.
Then, a few moments later, he broke the kiss and aimed his pillow right at her head, hoping to take her off guard. He cackled and leaped away, out of range, smirking at her mischievously.