"Me too." She leant her head on his shoulder as they walked. She gave a small laugh, "You don't need to keep thanking me, it's not tiresome to be around you." Ruffling his hair, she giggled, "You're so cute." Everything he did was sweet, gentlemanly, as though he was afraid she would leave him if he didn't give her all that attention; she wouldn't leave him.
Amelia was sure that she loved him and that she wanted to get serious with him when the time was right. After all, he was still you, and so was she, to an extent. At first, it bothered her that she was a few years older but being with him just made her forget. She turned to him as he asked her a question. "Of course."