Nancy shook her head firmly. "No. I don't care who you were before. That man isn't the man in front of me today. I refuse to believe you've lived 200 years and not changed in the slightest. Everyone's made mistakes in the past, Cooper. You've just got to try to be a better person now, and learn from your mistakes." She runs her thumbs along his cheekbones softly.

Her lips followed his, twitching upward in the smallest of smiles. He had too much going for him here. Her, and her friendship, for one, his words clearly told her. With that, she widened her smile in a sad sort of way and leaned forward, tipping his head down just slightly so she could press her lips against his forehead. What more words could she offer that would convey her feelings on the subject than that?