Pope shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be with her. Shouldn't even think about looking at her. She was too good for him. Too sweet. Too Innocent. Too- she had more kindness in her pinky finger then he had in his whole body. He stared down at her, as she stood, his hands clenched as he gazed down at her. This would be the first night she had ever slept over at Smurf's. The house, absent in the wake of Smurf's death, felt cold and lonely. But here now in Pope's room, warmness radiated from her. Her pink frilly pajama set was downright sinful but he knew that she hadn't intended for it to be. She was angelic, so pure and innocent it made his heart clench and his knees buckle.

"Pope?" she called softly to him, looking up.

He looked down at her, he knew what sleeping over meant, was tonight finally the night?

"Yeah?" he said, his tone gruff and gravelly