"Oh—and Corvus," I said, pointing. "The thirsty crow!"
"Where?"
"There. The box and the line." I drew it with his hand and he squinted at it, at me.
"That's ridiculous," he scoffed. "That's some kind of pot."
"You're some kind of pot," I told him, and he grinned, and pulled me a little closer, daring to slip his arm around me, somehow keeping us afloat as he did.
"You know, Delilah," he said, absently, "I'm just—I'm glad." He kissed the temple of my forehead. "I'm just glad."
And the rest will go, but that moment will stay forever.
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