[Pyrrha has never been good at deception, least of all to herself. Her emotions are an open book, and she trusts too easily - she trusted Ozpin, when he sent her here, and she trusts the Avengers, to win. Hopefully her trust is not misplaced. In the moment, however, Matt is the most important thing - he's alive, and her joy and relief over that fact has not yet waned. She'd love to share it with him and yes - maybe pretend for a little while.
Pyrrha presses her cheek into Matt's palm, her own fingers curling in the hair at the back of Matt's neck. If this is goodbye, Pyrrha wants to make sure Matt remembers, to stick herself in his memory the way he was irrevocably stuck in her's. Out of the two of them, he'd be the one to carry on, if it came to that.]
Then keep me. [Pyrrha turned her head, kissing Matt's thumb.] For as long as you can.
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Pyrrha presses her cheek into Matt's palm, her own fingers curling in the hair at the back of Matt's neck. If this is goodbye, Pyrrha wants to make sure Matt remembers, to stick herself in his memory the way he was irrevocably stuck in her's. Out of the two of them, he'd be the one to carry on, if it came to that.]
Then keep me. [Pyrrha turned her head, kissing Matt's thumb.] For as long as you can.