Brian closed his eyes after Betsy's mental projection. He sighed and hugged her closer. She was right, of course, about having time.
Between 'I remember' and 'all too well' Britannic kissed the top of Betsy's head and smiled when he realized some things hadn't changed. Through luck or favors, Betsy's hair still smelled like her old shampoo. He supposed that was one of the things that didn't go bad - a little luxury to help keep hope alive. That, and she was a bit of a brat when it came to hygiene and the like. They both were.
He pushed back any tingling feeling that was lingering around his eyes and nose and instead began rubbing his thumb against his twin's arm in a nervous habit where his hand laid on her. "I love you so much, Bets." His neck craned down so he could press his face against the top of her head and his mouth twisted to the side to kiss her hair once more. "You have to stick with me so we can get through this, you know."