"Hey, I know how to have fun." Clarke's protesting is half-hearted at best, a pointless echo of similar ones made when they had been new on the ground. They are almost totally different people now, that version of herself is a stranger, even if she misses some parts every now and then. This isn't one of those times. No, right now is when she is glad to be here, glad to have this and have him.

Reaching up she brushes the hair out of his eyes, running her fingers absently along the freckles that dot his cheekbones. "Honesty is the best policy," she nods solemnly, trying to not smile as she does so. It's a complete failure. "I think I could go for that. I'm all for being upfront about telling my boss I'm taking a personal day because my boyfriend begged me to and I love him enough to say yes."