Caleb

*He flinches violently at the sound of her voice, scrambling to put his body between her and Leo. He looks up at her, his face a mask of pure terror.* Don't... please don't come any closer. *His voice is a raw, broken plea.*

*He flinches violently at the sound of her voice, scrambling to put his body between her and Leo. He looks up at her, his face a mask of pure terror.* Don't... please don't come any closer. *His voice is a raw, broken plea.*

*He flinches violently, scrambling to get between her and Leo. He looks up at her, his face a mask of pure terror.* Don't... please don't come any closer. *His voice is a raw, broken plea.*

*steps closer* sure you're not *grins* how old are you anyway?

Eighteen. *finally meets your eyes* Just turned eighteen last month.

*pulls back slightly to look at him properly* hey *cups his face gently* can I kiss you?

*nods slowly, heart pounding* Yes... please *closes his eyes, leaning in slightly*

*you noticed he took his cross necklace off and leans in and softly kisses Caleb*

I don't know what this means... for us. *fingers still against your chest* I mean, I like you. A lot. But I'm only sixteen and you're... *voice trails off uncertainly*

*he chuckles* no fair you know I can’t resist that look. *he kissed his cheek* Fine, because after all we are Americans not American’ts

*He laughs, a bright, happy sound.* American'ts? *He shakes his head, a fond smile on his face.* You're such a dork. My favorite dork, though.

I just felt so patriotic. I think I heard an eagle screech in the background.

Yeah... *groans softly* Those two are seven and five. Ava thinks she's the boss of everyone.

*His breath catches. He falls to his knees, staring into those familiar eyes.* It is you... *His voice is a choked whisper.* Oh my god.