Even my issues have issues [was private but is now apparently a free-for all party xD]

"But I..." no, he wouldn't. She was worth so much more than him throwing his own personal pity party. He'd have to be the best he could. For her.
"Okay." He nodded weakly.

"Good." she smiled. "'Cuz I wont be happy unless you are."

"I am." He hurried to say. "Since I met you I've been happier than I've ever been."

"Heh..." perhaps a slight reddening of cheeks. "Well... Same here."the genuine smile widened as she looked into his eyes.

A small, shy laugh got stuck in his throat, and he blushed as well, but didn't break eye contact. There was so much he wanted to tell her at that moment, but he couldn't. So he just held her and smiled.

A small smile, a gentle kiss. "You know.. In the vacation and all. If you don't... Don't wanna go back, which.. Which I completely understand, then... You could just come home with me. I'm sure my parents'd like you."

His eyes widened, and he reddened a bit more - she could probably feel his heart speed up. "I... are you sure it's okay?"

"I can always call them to be sure. But there shouldn't be any problem." a soft smile.

"I was just gonna.. I guess I should go home," he said, and he couldn't keep the dejection out of his voice. "He's still my dad. And he really doesn't take very good care of himself."

"Okay... It was just an offer, anyway." she gave a soft smile, ran her hand through his hair. "Just tell me if you change your mind."

"It's not that I don't want to," he hastened to say. "But... he's still my Dad."

She nodded. "You don't have to explain." she said, before kissing him. "I understand."

"I don't," he said sullenly, and then kissed her in apology. "Sorry." He seemed to be apologising a lot these days. "My mind's a bit messed up."

"Heh... You're not that messed up. I've experienced far worse." she grimaced. "I think you know exactly who I'm talking about."

"Yeah..." he kissed her again. "Which is exactly why I don't want to be like that. You don't deserve it."

She smiled. "Don't worry... You're not. You're very, very, very far from being what I'd call messed up." she smirked, gently rubbed her nose against his. "You're wonderful." she repeated her statement from before.

He still wasn't convinced of that, but he let it go with a smile and kissed the tip of her nose. "Thanks." He'd nearly stopped shaking now, holding her close against him and breathing in her scent.

She smiled. "I'm just telling the truth." she told him honestly, kissed him.

He leaned back, pulling her with him so she was lying on his chest. "Maybe you're a bit subjective," he tried to joke.

"... Maybe a little. But that doesn't make it any less true. Not in my opinion, either way." still smiling, she let her forehead gently rest against his, gazed into his eyes once more.

"Which is pretty much what 'subjective' means, isn't it?" He wound a lock of her hair around his fingers and played with it, grinning more earnestly now.

She shrugged, then grinned. "Weeeell. I think that mostly everyone here would at least agree to you being one of the nicest boys around." she smirked. "At least everybody I know, would."

"But girls like bad boys," he objected, not entirely worried that he might be right. "The nice guy never gets the girl."

"This one does." she pointed out, beaming at him.

"Mmmhm... and I'm not letting her go." He held her a little tighter, hoping he didn't sound pathetic or desperate.