Here was the man she'd once seen drape himself over a cross, begging for forgiveness. A man who'd gotten on his knees at the end of the world and reminded her of her own capabilities. A man she held dearly in her heart even years after the fact. A man who couldn't yet know what it was to live here, love here, and be loved here.

For a moment, her façade cracked. Her lips bowed into a sadder frown. All the parts of her that wanted to spill her guts and seek refuge in an old confident tightened up and prepared to share every secret.

But in the end, the ice-queen won out. She took another sip of her soda before she misconstrued his entire accusation: "I'll have you know that he bathes regularly."

Stink, indeed. Hah.