[ There's a strange, gentle sort of catharsis that catches her a little off guard when Emily says her name. Her real name. Emily hasn't called her that since they fought. Her name had felt like a curse then. Something painful. A weapon to be used against her. Now it feels warm and tender. Four familiar syllables that ground her to herself, making her more tangible, more present. ]
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Okay. [ Simply: ] Then can I kiss you again?