He can roll his eyes all he wants--if he gives her the opening she needs, she'll take it plus a thousand more.

"Nick," she says, eyes hot and swimming with tears, moving forward the few steps to kiss him soundly. "Nick, I love you. Do you understand? No matter what it's going to seem like, I'm not giving up on you."

Her right hand has already gone to her hip, the small of her back.

"Nick, I love you," she repeats, and as her hand arcs toward his left side, the Lance of Longinus loses its glamour. "I'm so sorry," she gasps, feeling the Holy Lance suddenly burning into her hands, feeling it push through his flesh.