Luna put her head back down and resumed the spinning fingers on his shirt. “And Steve? Boosy? Tree? Did they make it?”
Beckett gulped. “Steve seems fine. But you’ll — Boosy is—”
“Don’t tell me, I’ll see it. It’s fine.”
She sniffled and lay quietly for a few minutes.
Quietly she said, “I think I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
Beckett’s head jerked up. “What?”
“I’m too much trouble for you that you—”
“Luna.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Look at me.”
She hid her face in his side. “I don’t want to. You’re going to say nice things because you have to, but I’m not worth it. You don’t know me. I’m just nobody.”
“Oh god, Luna, you’re saying this to me? You aren’t nobody, you’re everything — look at me, please.”
She raised her head, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“You have caused me a tremendous amount of trouble, that much is true. But I’ve caused you trouble too. You would have been safe if you’d stayed with Sky, but I asked you to leave. The two of us, so far, one big wreck. For each other.”
“Kind of like the little boy and the tiger when they crash the wagon?”
Beckett nodded and smiled. “Exactly like that, like Calvin and Hobbes. We crashed our wagon into a tree and we’re sitting up and looking around and agreeing that mistakes were made, but guess what we’re going to do?”
“Roll the wagon back up the hill?”
“My house is waiting for us. And I’m Calvin by the way. Ask Calvin how he would feel living without the tiger.”
“Thank you.” She shifted up Beckett’s body, steadied his cheeks and kissed him sweetly. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her lips were salty and she smelled like earth and fear and he wanted to hold her forever, but also, he needed to get up and use the bathroom. So he said, “Dr Mags wants to give you a look. I’ll send her in.”
