Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

Mei wiped her eyes. “I think I liked you better when you were an
asshole.”
He laughed. “I like you too, Mei.”
He wrapped his arms around her when she lunged at him, holding her
close.
“No,” Hugo said.
“But—”
“No.”
“Told you,” Mei muttered as she pushed her way through the double
doors. “I’ll watch the register.”
“She needs this, Hugo,” Wallace said as the doors swung shut.
“Something, anything to show her that all is not lost, even though it can seem
that way.”
“She’s fragile,” Hugo said. “Breakable. If it went wrong, I don’t want to
think what that would do to her.”
“We owe it to her to try,” Wallace said. He held up his hand as Hugo
started to retort. “Not just you, Hugo. All of us. What happened to her and
Lea isn’t your fault. I know you think it is, and I know you think you should
have done more, but what the other Reaper did is on him, not you. Still, it’s
heavy. Grief. You know that better than anyone. It’ll crush you if you let it.
And she’s being crushed. If I were where she is now, I’d hope someone
would do the same for me. Wouldn’t you?”
“She might not even agree,” Hugo muttered, refusing to look at Wallace.
He was frowning, brow knitted, shoulders hunched. “Nothing happened the
first time.”
“I know,” Wallace said. “But it’s going to be different this time around.
You knew Lea, at least for a little while. You spoke with her. You cared for
her.”
Wallace thought Hugo would still refuse. Instead, he said, “What are we
going to do?”