“What?” She asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear like she might have done if she were still on the Ark, talking to someone she liked.
“No— tell me.” She cupped his cheek.
“I like the sound of your laugh.” He said simply. “Before our wedding, I didn’t think you knew how to— and maybe I had forgotten how to myself. But it’s… it’s beautiful, Clarke. I just… if I can continue to make you laugh, then all that other shit doesn’t seem so bad anymore.”
She watched his wall come down piece by piece with every word and suddenly her own wall didn’t seem so sturdy.