She looks at him while he goes on, and she remembers all kinds of things: his bloodied stubborn face when he was tied to that tree in the jungle and waiting to be kissed, his wide grin as he informs her there are nicer ways to wake a man up, Freckles, his limp body thrown over Eko's broad shoulder, the angry concern in his eyes when he took her gag out of her mouth after Jack traded their guns so she wouldn't be hurt, the stash he kept hidden right under him in his tent on the beach, his face marred by bruises and blood after Pickett beat him.
She remembers that pleased look in his eyes the first time she kissed him because she wanted to and only because she wanted to, and before they came here, she never really would've imagined him putting a question like that to her.
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Her heart thuds and then seems to stop abruptly.
You and me?
She looks at him while he goes on, and she remembers all kinds of things: his bloodied stubborn face when he was tied to that tree in the jungle and waiting to be kissed, his wide grin as he informs her there are nicer ways to wake a man up, Freckles, his limp body thrown over Eko's broad shoulder, the angry concern in his eyes when he took her gag out of her mouth after Jack traded their guns so she wouldn't be hurt, the stash he kept hidden right under him in his tent on the beach, his face marred by bruises and blood after Pickett beat him.
She remembers that pleased look in his eyes the first time she kissed him because she wanted to and only because she wanted to, and before they came here, she never really would've imagined him putting a question like that to her.
"I don't know."
It's the only way to answer.