"Aw, come on, be a sport," Stevie said, flashing that smile of hers, and he knew that he was lost: he'd never been able to tell her 'no' while she lived, and now -
Well. Now seemed a poor time to start.
"It's such a cliché, is all," he grumbled, allowing her to take his arm, lean her head on his shoulder to sell the illusion. "Undercover as a couple."
"I think it's romantic," Stevie said, and he wanted to tell her, nothing romantic about pretending, but she was warm and alive and his, and no truth was worth ruining that.