[The Riddler's acknowledged that he makes her life plenty difficult, yes. But does that mean he's going to stop being difficult? Probably not. Not for some time, anyway. At the end of the day, he's still Edward Nigma. Knowing the two of them, they're likely bound to squabble over some other idiotic matter soon enough. It's who they are. Yet still, they've managed to make significant comebacks from complicated messes and poor life decisions.
But right now? This doesn't feel like one of those poor decisions at all.
Edward's arms snake around her in return, and he plants a soft kiss against the side of her head.]
I love you, Ema.
[This isn't like the first time he's admitted it to her. This isn't a forced confession, dredged up from some compulsive need to be honest. He isn't saying it because he has to. He wants to say it.]
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But right now? This doesn't feel like one of those poor decisions at all.
Edward's arms snake around her in return, and he plants a soft kiss against the side of her head.]
I love you, Ema.
[This isn't like the first time he's admitted it to her. This isn't a forced confession, dredged up from some compulsive need to be honest. He isn't saying it because he has to. He wants to say it.]