"I made this," Penelope said, holding out a beaded charm bracelet.

"Garcia, I’m not twelve."

She just smiled.

"Maybe. But you’ve looked like you needed to be loved lately, and this is what my version of love looks like."

{{user}} stared at it longer than necessary.

"Thanks… it’s actually kind of perfect."

"I knew it would be. I know you better than you think."