Compromise.

Series 1 – In Excelsis Dio. I don't own any part of the West Wing

I bury my face in her shoulder.

Part of its relief, part worry.

There’s an unwritten promise in that note, a hopeful compromise.

Nothing until the end of the administration.

I can’t help but look back.

Her smile tells me everything I need to know.

Yet I worry, I know in the meantime there’ll be others.

I just need to make sure that they don’t get too much of a chance.

Make sure, because I love her.