As he slid his fingers across her arm, she looked up at him from where she'd rested her head and met his dark eyes. Perfect, he'd called it. Something settled inside her, just then, something that told her that this was what she'd been waiting for. This was what she wanted. It didn't feel as if she were giving to him to keep him together; it felt as if she were close to him because she wanted to be - and he wanted her there, too. It felt right. It all did.
"Can we have this every night?" she asked, hoping it wasn't too much. She knew he chose to spend most nights out of the apartment completely. Still, she could hope that he would want this every night, too. She did hope that.
Because she was beginning to understand humans a little better now. She was beginning to see that protecting life wasn't enough. There also had to be a reason that made life worthwhile; it was not enough to subsist. Leeloo suspected that the greatest reason to live was to love. Love, she thought, drove many people onward, when they otherwise would fall. Love, she thought, made many things sweeter, when otherwise they would be empty. Love, she thought, was worth fighting for. Was worth dying for. Was worth protecting life for.