[Her cheeks turn red at the comment about her weight, and Sheryl balls up her non-earring hand into a fist, punching him in the shoulder even as she holds onto him, and hisses:] I have not gained weight, you ass! If anything, I've lost it!

[Though... she hasn't been keeping up with her usual fitness routine, that's true. But she's been roughing it, and she spent like two months underwater. That's gotta count for something, right?

She's missed him so very fiercely. Which is why she doesn't mind eyes on them as he carries her into the Ferris wheel. Let people watch. Who cares what they think?

Sheryl settles into his lap when he sits. He's comfortable and warm underneath her, and she finds herself leaning against him.] ...what's wrong with a girl crying when she sees her boyfriend for the first time in six months? I'm not that self-conscious.

[She says, huffily.]