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"Ceciiiiii..."
"Whaaaaat?"
"It's time for real talk. Real talk with Gigi."
This is rare, Cecilia thought. Gigi seemed practically incapable of interfacing with the world without her trademark forcefield of silliness. This wasn't a bad thing, of course, it's what gave Gigi her charm. It's what made the time spent with her fly by. But a serious talk with her was certainly rare.
The two were in Cecilia's bedroom. She had been winding down for the night, sitting in her armchair with a book, when Gigi burst in and made herself at home on Cecilia's bed. "Don't interrupt my reading," Cecilia had told her, to which Gigi responded with a lazy "okaaaay," and began to scroll on her phone. The company was nice, Cecilia had to admit. Gigi had a way of warming up whatever room she's in.
Cecilia put a bookmark on the page and shut her book. "Alright. What's on your mind, Gigi?"
"Stuffs."
"What kind of stuffs?"
"Like. Gender stuffs."
"Oohh." Cecilia crossed her arms.
"Mm. R'member when we got amnesia and got transported to that weird world?"
"Indeed I do."
"Right. And I assumed the identity of Gonathan G., a humble knight."
"Yes. That did happen."
"So, like. I've been asking myself this over and over and I don't have a good answer: why did losing my memories make me into a dude?"
"I see. That is a good question."
"Yeah."
A silence sat itself between them. Gigi stared absently at Cecilia.
"I don't really have an answer for you, Gigi."
"Yeah, I know. I wanted to ask you some stuff about yourself, if that's okay."
"Sure, that's fine."
"Okay." Gigi put her phone on the bedside table and sat up on the edge of the bed. "So, you're an automaton."
Cecilia nodded. "I am."
"And you're like, a girl automaton."
"Yes."
"But like. Do you think of your gender as female? Do you think of yourself as a woman, or like, as an automaton removed from the concept of gender?"
"Ohh. Hmm...I'm not sure. Somewhere in the middle, probably?" Cecilia looked up to the ceiling in thought. "Like, at my base I'm an automaton, but I look feminine, and that kind of informs how I interface with human society. But in a vacuum, removed from any other people, I'd just be me. I think?" She gave a slight shrug.
"I see...okay, I kinda get that. I've been trying to figure out that sort of thing for myself. Like, the "what I'd be in a vacuum" thing, but I just can't imagine it. As far as I can remember, I was born as a girl and raised as a girl, so I've never really known anything outside of that. But then where the hell did Gonathan come from? Was that me a truer me than the me I know? Was that like, a past life? A possession? Why did it suddenly feel like I was a man, and had always been a man?"
"Do you feel like a man now?"
"No. I'm in Justice, I'm a part of the girlies."
"I see. So it depends on who you're around?"
Gigi flopped backwards onto the bed. "Ughh, I don't knowwww...I just wanna know why that happened. I wanna know what made me feel like that, even if I never feel it again."
"Well then, let's come at it from a different angle. What about the you that's here right now, Gigi? What makes you a woman?"
"Uhh...the doctor said I was?"
"Right, but that's not like, binding. You're an adult now and you can decide if he was right or wrong."
Gigi sat up. "Um. What if my doctor was a woman? You misogynist."
"Sorry, sorry. You can decide if SHE was right or wrong."
"Um. What if my doctor was nonbin-"
"If THEY were right or wrong."
"Thank you."
"Mhm."
Gigi looked at the floor. "Anyway, yeah, I get that. But I don't know how to figure out if they were right or wrong."
"Well, do you like being a woman? Do you want to try being anything but a woman?"
"I feel like I already did, and nothing changed. I mean, I acted and spoke a little differently, but like, at my core, I was still me."
"Then maybe that's your gender. Gigi gender."
"Ooh. I like that. Is there a Gigi pride flag?"
Cecilia chuckled. "You could make one."
"Oh, it's gonna be so awesome. It's gonna be orange and have a beaver on it."
"A beaver?"
"Yes."
"I- Okay. I won't ask."
"Beavers are awesome. They eat wood."
"I didn't ask. Also I don't think they do. I think they build with wood-"
"Yeah with their teeth. That's eating."
"No, eating is- whatever. Are your worries gone?"
"No. But they don't hafta be right now. I feel a li'l better."
"I see."
"I guess the other thing is like, my body doesn't feel wrong to me. I'm cool with my body. We're homies. Except for periods. Fuck periods they suck ass."
"So I've heard."
"Oh yeah, I always forget that you don't get them."
Cecilia flipped her hair dramatically. "Just one of the many perks of being an automaton. Although it does make me the designated caretaker during that time, since all of Justice are synced up."
"Yeah, and you suck at caretakering."
"Caretaking."
"Caretakerificationinging."
"Shut up."
Gigi kicked her feet absently off the side of the bed. "Have you ever imagined having one?"
"A period? No. Why would I do that?"
"That too, but I meant having a vagina in general. Or I mean, whatever you'd wanna have, really."
"Hmm...not really. Like, practically, it would serve no purpose for me."
"Right, but like, it doesn't have to be practical. You could fuck. You could fuck impractically. Wouldn't that be awesome?"
Cecilia chuckled. "I'm not sure 'awesome' is the word I'd use there, Gigi."
"Well I would. I did. I'd do it again."
"Mhm."
"You need to be fuckmaxxing. Awesomestyle."
Cecilia groaned. "I hate you so much."
Gigi laughed. "Okay, okay. But like, seriously. You've never considered the romance of like, being inside another person? Or them being inside you?"
"When you say it like that, it really doesn't sound appealing. It sounds terribly uncomfortable."
"Ideally it wouldn't be, what with the lubrication and all."
"Right. From the hole that I don't have."
Gigi stood to playfully punch Cecilia's arm. "Use your imagination, dummy!! You're having no fun with this at all!"
"Is it supposed to be fun?"
"Yes! It's play, it's pleasure, it's fun."
"Oh."
Cecilia had never truly considered sex before. She wasn't naive about it, but had always assumed it was something out of reach for her. She could not procreate, she did not have the parts one is supposed to have, she did not hunger for it, and so it was foreign to her. It was natural for her to ignore it. But sitting before her was a girl trying to get her to honestly contemplate it, to imagine herself as part of its world. It was a strange invitation.
"How about we try it?" Gigi blurted.
Cecila stared at her. "Try what, exactly?"
"Y'know, just like, going through the motions. Playing pretend." She paused. Cecilia didn't respond. "If anything, just humor me and see if it does anything for ya."
Cecilia thought for a moment. She trusted Gigi, of course, but she wasn't psyched about the idea. She highly doubted anything would come of it. But for some reason, she didn't want to refuse. Gigi had extended a hand to be shown an experience that she knew nothing of. More than anything, she was curious why Gigi was pushing this idea as hard as she was. This curiosity was only furthered by the fact that Gigi was, for once, seemingly not joking.
Cecilia sighed, resolving herself. "Sure, why not. Let's try it."
Gigi's lips curled from her default smile into one of anxious excitement. It was an expression Cecilia hadn't seen her wear before.
She stood, taking Gigi's hand. "So, where do we start? Do we kiss?"
"Do you want to?"
"Mm, no. You're gross."
"Okay. Let's not, then."
The complete ignorance of her quip made Cecilia acutely aware of the new, unfamiliar Gigi that stood before her. A serious Gigi, but a timid, unsure one too.
Gigi's hands settled on Cecilia's hips. "May I undress you?" Gigi's eyes turned up at her, wide and wet with anticipation. She hardly moved, waiting for permission before indulging herself even an inch.
"Sure." Cecilia kept her responses curt. It felt appropriate for the mood, somehow. She undid the clips on the side of her skirt. It fell to the ground unceremoniously.
"No, no. I'm supposed to do it for you."
"Why? I can do it myself just fine."
"This isn't about can. This is about want. I want to undress you."
"Ah...sure." The firm tone in Gigi's voice shook Cecilia. It reminded her of the shouts Gigi would give in battle, calling out to warn of enemy movements and attacks. Why did it show up here? What did undressing Cecilia have to do with the feeling of protecting her friends?
Gigi fumbled with the belt around Cecilia's chestpiece. Her movements were not graceful, not one bit smooth, but they hummed with energy regardless. It was as if she were undressing herself after a long day, desperate for relief from stuffy clothing. After unbuckling the belt, she glanced to Cecilia's eyes, silently asking permission to proceed. A short nod was all that was needed. She lowered Cecilia's innerwear slowly. As it passed down her chest, Gigi gasped, not that Cecilia thought there was anything to gasp at. Her chestplate was figured with a pair of modest lumps lacking nipples. To Cecilia, they were nothing to gawk at—the bare minimum for her chest to be considered "feminine." Gigi stared at them as if they were a sunset.
After a pause, she continued to pull the garment down, lowering the attached corset past Cecilia's midriff. Her midsection was long and pale. She had a small indent where a naval might be. As the innerwear passed her hips, it fell around her legs, landing in a heap atop the already discarded skirt.
Gigi gently took Cecilia's hand and stepped back to admire her now naked form. It felt odd to be looked at with such eyes, Cecilia noted. She'd been inspected many times throughout the process of her creation, and was still regularly undressed and opened up for maintenance reasons. This wasn't even the first time Gigi had seen her without her clothes on. But this was different—there was no legitimate reason here. No excuse to be doing this other than the simplest one: she wanted to. Gigi had undressed her and was now gazing up and down her body simply because she wanted to. She almost felt the need to hide herself, despite knowing there was nothing to really hide. It was embarrassing, to be seen.
Gigi finally met her eyes once again. "Can I touch you?"
Cecilia nodded. "Do whatever you want."
Gigi smiled softly. "You can't just give it all up at once like that. I'm taking it slow, so match my pace."
"Oh, okay. Um...you can...touch me."
Gigi wordlessly brought her hands to where she had rested them atop Cecilia's dress earlier, her hips. She dragged them up Cecilia's midsection, brushing gently against the bottom of her breastplate. She slipped a fingernail into the gap between parts and slid it across the torso. "I've always wanted to stick my fingernail in between one of these parts."
"Really?"
"Yeah..." She sounded almost like she was in a daze.
"Why?"
"Just something about it..."
Cecilia didn't quite get it, but the fervor in her voice meant it must be something significant.
Gigi grabbed her hand once again and pulled Cecilia to the bed. "Here, sit in front of me." Gigi sat against the pillows at the headboard with her legs spread.
"Like, facing you?"
"No, no, facing away."
Cecilia did as she was told.
"Get comfortable though. Lean back and spread your legs a little."
Cecilia tried. "Get comfortable" wasn't a command she exactly knew how to do in this situation, but she could approximate. She leaned back and Gigi shifted her slightly to her right, slotting her into the space of her open arm. Gigi propped up a leg to give Cecilia something to put her weight on. Her hand laced itself under Cecilia's right arm, comfortably cupping onto her breastplate.
From this close, Cecilia could really feel Gigi's excitement. Her breath was quick and hot, and the hand that began to caress her chest was a bit sweaty. It traced small circles around the apex of the bump, where a nipple would typically be—starting with just the fingernail, then the full fingertip, and returning to palming the breast. Its movements were slow and methodical. The porcelain surface did not have any give, however. There was no effective way to squeeze or stretch it. Despite this, Gigi continued on.
A chaste kiss was pressed into Cecilia's left shoulder. "Oh, I thought we weren't kissing?"
"Oh, right." Gigi slurped a small bit of drool from her lip. "I kinda forgot. Sorry."
"No, it's okay. As long as it's not on the lips I don't really mind."
"You sure? You can say no, and I'll stop."
"No, no, go ahead. Kiss away."
Cecilia could swear she saw Gigi's ahoge perk up when she said that. Gigi responded with another kiss to the shoulder joint. She lifted Cecilia's arm by the wrist, holding it limp like fresh pasta. Another kiss to the shoulder joint, and another where the joint met the upper arm. She peppered kisses down the arm, landing at the elbow ball joint. She rotated it a bit, watching it move. Porcelain pieces perfectly fit together, with no friction or gaps. Moved as smooth as her organic joints, perhaps even smoother. She brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss onto its surface. She allowed her tongue to loll out onto it, placing a loud and wet kiss onto its surface.
To observe this was possibly the most bizarre experience Cecilia had had with Gigi yet, which was truly saying something. As Gigi continued onto her forearm, her wrist joint, the palm of her hand, all Cecilia could think was how odd it felt—or rather, how odd it didn't feel. It was a new feeling, one that she didn't quite have the words for, but it was almost familiar. It made sense to her, how she ended up here, to see Gigi like this. In Gigi's loving arms, nothing was out of place. Not even herself.
Gigi splayed out Cecilia's fingers and held her hand high, displaying it against the dim sun of the bedroom's overhead lighting. "Your hands are so beautiful."
"Y'know, you could've seen them at any time. I didn't have to be naked for you to see my arms and hands."
"True, but if you were clothed, we wouldn't feel like this right now, would we?"
The thought gave Cecilia pause. Before she could formulate a proper answer, however, a wet tongue had sat itself between her pointer and middle finger. It licked up the middle finger, followed closely by a pair of lips which closed around the fingertip, pulling it slowly down, back into the mouth, as if swallowing it. The lips sucked and sealed themselves around each joint segment as the finger was consumed whole. Gigi released with a pop of the lips, broadening her tongue against the extended finger.
"Grauhg eugh." Gigi spoke with her tongue out.
"What?" Cecilia laughed.
She put her tongue away for just a second. "Grab it."
Cecilia looked at Gigi, then to her tongue. Inches from her own face, she pinched the red tongue between her middle finger and thumb. This little beast was under her control now. She gave it a squeeze and Gigi made an unintelligible noise. She pulled on it a little, first outwards, then side to side. Gigi and her noises followed. A smile had found its way onto her face, a giggle escaped. Gigi was right...this was fun. She pulled it toward her until it would go no more, then released it. It didn't snap back into place like it would in a cartoon, although she half expected it would, knowing Gigi.
Cecilia wiped her hand on Gigi's t-shirt as she wrapped her arms around her midsection for a hug. She tucked her head in the crook of Cecilia's neck.
"You're getting your sweat on me."
"I know. I'll clean you up after."
"You better. If I rust I'll sue you."
"Go ahead, the money's coming outta Liz's pocket anyway."
"Damn. That's true." They shared a brief laugh. "So that's what sex is like, huh?"
Gigi plucked her head from Cecilia's shoulder. "Well, we're just getting started."
Cecilia spun her head around. "What?? Gigi, it's been like 30 minutes. All you've done is kiss my elbow and suck on my finger."
"It's foreplay! It's important!!"
Cecilia sighed. "Well, can we keep it moving?"
"What're you in such a rush for? Geez..."
"I'm impatient. What's next."
"Well, usually it'd be more foreplay, maybe moving focus onto the boobs or something. But if you're in such a hurry, little miss impatience, then we can skip that," Gigi huffed.
"No, no, do it properly. Even if it doesn't work with my body."
"Oh, I'll make it work with your body."
Those words reassured Cecilia in a way she hadn't even known needed reassuring. Deep down, the whole situation still felt like it wasn't made for her. Which, to be fair, it literally wasn't. But to have Gigi so willing to accept her body as it was and do what she can...it felt nice. She made a mental note to thank Gigi properly after the whole thing, for trying her best if nothing else.
Gigi's hands had already wandered their way to Cecilia's chest, rubbing in circles around the bumps of her breastplate in synchronized motion. She pushed them up and together, then circled around...up and together, then circled around. They didn't budge even a millimeter, but the rhythm of the motion still meant something. Gigi slipped herself out from her position behind Cecilia, placing her back gently against a mound of pillows.
Lain on a partial incline, Cecilia watched as Gigi crawled on all fours right above her body. She approached like a predator stalking its prey, bringing her face close, eyes hungry. Her face then dipped, lapping at Cecilia's collarbones—or rather, the spot on her chestpiece that was shaped like collarbones. Her (collarbones). As her face traveled further south, the lapping of her tongue grew faster and stronger. She landed at Cecilia's left (breast), an idle hand cupping the right one. Gigi's tongue kissed and danced across the solid surface, leaving drool, slurping up said drool, leaving it again. The matte surface had gained a wet sheen. Satisfied with her work, Gigi kissed across the bridge of cecilia's (sternum) to properly attend to the other breast. She gave it a similar treatment, then continued downward.
Gigi once again returned to the line where Cecilia's breastplate and midsection met. Where she had slid her fingernail before, she now lazily dragged her tongue along, leaving kisses in a trail. She sat up, straddling Cecilia's body, and placed both her hands on Cecilia's sides, right below the line. She ran her thumbs over the wet segment, holding Cecilia's middle in her hands.
"You really like that part, huh?" Cecilia mused.
"Yeah." Gigi's voice came out husky.
"Any idea why?"
"It just...I don't know. I don't have it."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Same with the ball joints, same with the finger joints. There are parts of you that are so unlike my own."
"Hm," Cecilia hummed. "And you like those parts?"
"Yes." She put her whole weight into that word. "Yes, I do. I love them. I love the ways in which you're different from me. I love your weird, smooth, sexless body. I'll never meet anyone like you, no matter where I go, no matter how long I live."
Cecilia sat, stunned. She stared at the gremlin sitting across her lap. It was almost a sad thing to say in a moment like this, but Gigi's eyes remained fiery.
"So, for as long as I can, for as long as you'll let me, I want to treasure the time I have with you. I want to treasure you. Your body. You."
Cecilia burned under Gigi's kaleidoscope gaze. Determination like in a battle. Thirst like in a desert. Passion like in a bedroom.
She spoke slowly. "...I've changed my mind."
Gigi's face fell in an instant. "Aw, what? You wanna stop?"
"No, not that. I've decided that you can kiss me after all."
Gigi's sigh of relief had barely escaped before it was usurped by a gasp of giddy disbelief. "Really?"
"Yes."
"Really really? Eff-arr for realsies?"
"Don't make me take it back."
"Yes ma'am." Gigi leaned in and pressed her lips against Cecilia's. Her fingers found Cecilia's and threaded themselves between. A single kiss turned into two, into three, into a number that neither of them bothered counting. Tongues found each other and tangled in turn. A hand curled itself into Cecilia's hair, grabbed her neck, then recoiled back into her hair. Cecilia couldn't remember her lips ever having been this warm. Perhaps her whole body, too.
Gigi pulled away for breath, panting lightly. Her face was flushed to match her eyes, her bangs plastered to her forehead. "God damn," she said simply. She pulled her pit-stained t-shirt over her head and tossed it into a corner.
"Yeah," Cecilia responded. There wasn't much need for words.
"Your neck is like, really fucking hot."
"You got a thing for necks?"
"No, not like that. Like literally hot. It damn near burned my hand."
"Ohh, right. I have vents back there, hidden right by my hairline. Sorry, I should've warned you."
"'S okay. Just surprised me a little." Gigi smiled slyly and squeezed her hand. "Guess you're starting to heat up, huh?"
Cecilia turned away. "No I'm not. Shut up."
Gigi giggled, then moved back in, planting kisses onto Cecilia's neck. She tried to bite, forgetting that her teeth were no match for porcelain. She kissed the spot and moved on. More kisses, trailing down the (collarbones) and (breasts) she'd visited before, onto the midsection. A kiss where her belly button ought to be, one where a happy trail ought to be growing. She shifted herself further down the bed until her head was comfortably positioned right between Cecilia's legs. Staring at the smooth pelvic piece was surreal. A ball joint on either side, it was completely featureless—just a pale skin-like expanse. "Wow," Gigi whispered. It looked like a field of untouched snow, and here she came to sully it.
She started with a single kiss, somewhere around where the clit would be. Next came a kiss to either leg joint, and one on each inner thigh. Then a long lick right up the center. With no labia to fold her tongue into, no clit to unsheathe from its hood, Gigi really had no objective. But on her next kiss, she stole a glance at Cecilia's face to see a surprising sight.
A steamy blush had spread across Cecilia's faceplate, unsuccessfully hidden by her hands. A whirring could be heard from the vent behind her neck. Her eyes were frantically trained on Gigi, positioned between her legs, setting to work on the barren expanse before her. There really was nothing there, so why was Cecilia so worked up? It must have been the kissing, she thought. Surely.
Gigi saw this reaction and knew all too well that she had to chase it. She brought her face back to Cecilia's, her body lying alongside the automaton's. "What's wrong, Ceci? What's got you all worked up?" Gigi spoke in her lower natural register, trying to stir up Cecilia's messy feelings as much as she could. "It's not like I'm really doing anything down there, y'know." She lazily traced a fingertip in a V-shape along the pelvis. "If only there were something down here to play with." She ran her middle finger right down the center of Cecilia's body, pulling back up slowly, seductively. She traced that line back and forth, her bow sustaining a note on her violin. "Just imagine there was something here..."
Cecilia's breath had gotten heavy. What was happening? Was this supposed to happen? Was it supposed to feel like this? She almost felt faint. The normal diagnostics didn't explain this complex combination of feelings. She didn't need her key rewound, she wasn't in dire need of maintenance, she just...she needed more. More, Gigi, more. She couldn't say it aloud, but her feelings seemed to get across telepathically.
Gigi slid her body back down the smooth porcelain and replaced herself between Cecilia's thighs. A grin on her face, a smug look in her eye, she set back to work. A light kiss on the pelvis. Cecilia's hips moved. A tracing fingertip along the ball joint. Cecilia's leg twitched. A broad lick up the center. Small kisses around the (entrance). A tongue circling the (clit), followed by a kiss. Gigi's face covered itself in saliva, leaving a trail between her chin and Cecilia's body. Gigi (inserted her middle finger. She brought it in and out, slowly, watching it be covered in slick. She added a second, pushing all the way in before curling upwards). Cecilia's hips humped repeatedly into each touch. A soft moan escaped, and she tried to cover her mouth with her hands. "Don't," Gigi commanded. "Let me hear you."
(Two fingers, in and out, curling into that spot, releasing and relaxing). An increase in pace. Her tongue wandered around the (clit), never quite finding it directly. (A stronger curl of the fingers). More pressure. More saliva. A louder moan this time, "fuck, Gigi," with no attempt to cover it.
An increase in pace. Fingers moving rapidly, making wet sounds in the drool. Cecilia threaded her fingers into Gigi's hair and grabbed on tight. Her hips bucked again, grinding into Gigi's lips and tongue and hands. More, they said. More. Gigi's tongue finally found the (clit), and flicked it before sucking a wet kiss into it. A string of expletives flew from Cecilia's mouth as tension built far past her breaking point.
A climax. A wordless, shimmering climax. Her back arched, her legs shot straight out, her toes pointed. Her body, suspended in air, lifted off the ground in a way she thought impossible. Everything was silent for a few seconds before she returned to earth.
Cecilia went limp, her legs dropping roughly onto Gigi's shoulders. She panted, completely out of breath. Gigi disentangled herself from limbs and stood up to retrieve her discarded t-shirt, which she used to wipe up the mess she had made on Cecilia's carapace.
Cecilia was the first to speak. "Oh my god."
"Well? Was it good?"
"Oh my GOD, Gigi."
"Hehehe..." Gigi giggled as she cuddled up alongside Cecilia. She pulled the blankets over them.
"I had no idea...I mean, I knew people liked this sorta thing, but wow. Like, WOW. I didn't know it would be like THAT. Plus, I didn't even know that was possible for me! I don't really know what happened there..."
Gigi propped herself up on her elbows. She reached over to poke Cecilia's cheek. "Who cares what 'really' happened! Looks to me like you had a great time. Is that good enough?"
"I mean, yeah. But still. Wow." Cecilia brushed her bangs upwards and back. They were damp with Gigi's sweat. Her breath had started to return to normal. "Wait, are we done? What about you?"
"Hm? Whatta 'bout me?"
"Shouldn't I return the favor? I'm a little tired, but I can still-"
"Nah, there's no need for that. I'm good."
"But I didn't do anything for you."
Gigi stared at her, incredulous. "What are you talking about? You did this whole thing for me."
"But I didn't-" Now that the moment had passed, embarrassment wormed its way back into Cecilia's consciousness. "I didn't make you, y'know...cum. Or whatever."
"You don't have to, silly." Gigi inched herself up to be able to kiss Cecilia's forehead. "I had fun. More fun than I think I would have had if that had been like, y'know. Normal people sex."
Cecilia turned onto her side towards Gigi. "You're sure?"
"Absolutely. Someday I'll get you to understand the dynamic of topping and bottoming, but for now, just believe me when I tell you that I'm perfectly satisfied."
Cecilia grumbled. "I just feel like-"
"Shush!" Gigi put a finger to her lips. "Receiving love takes effort too. You did great. No more whining."
The storm of unease within Cecilia had begun to subside, giving way for the teasing to return. "So it was love, then? You looooove me?"
"Yep!" Gigi answered cheerfully, then kissed Cecilia's lips. "I do. I love you."
"Hm. Weird." Cecilia giggled, hoping the sound of her laughter could say the words that she couldn't get out. I love you too.