[Polnareff huffs a laugh and glances over, his smile softer than his usual grins.]
Perfect.
[She is, too. Their little boat glides steadily out on the water, pushed along by the waves and momentum. She's dry; the boards hold fast against the water. She's perfect, and he starts grinning, because this is his. They built this, and it's not sinking, and god, but he's proud.
He reaches over, punching Bruno affectionately in the arm.]
We built a boat! A perfect boat-- we're amazing, you know that?
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Perfect.
[She is, too. Their little boat glides steadily out on the water, pushed along by the waves and momentum. She's dry; the boards hold fast against the water. She's perfect, and he starts grinning, because this is his. They built this, and it's not sinking, and god, but he's proud.
He reaches over, punching Bruno affectionately in the arm.]
We built a boat! A perfect boat-- we're amazing, you know that?