He smiles again at the kiss, and her help with the marshmallow. He holds it where she guides him to, careful not to get it too close this time. He leans his head on her shoulder again, wrapping his real arm around her, praying his fake hand doesn't fail him now and drop this shit into the fire.

"I like being yours."

Her baby. It's nice. He's never really been that to someone, not even Annie- that was more the other way around.