Sitting against a wall in an abandoned classroom, a book open in his lap and parchment to one side - his quill long since missing, Eros shifted slightly, gently bumping the girl beside him.

"Hey, Artie.." The eleven year old started, casting a sideways look at his best friend as she gazed back curiously and hummed a reply, "What if we got married, when we're older - I mean."

Artemis let a moment pass before saying anything, obviously thinking about his question. "I don't know, why?"

Eros shrugged, "'Cause then we'll always be best friends."

"Eros, we always will be."