They hung the print.

It took twenty minutes and the same disagreement about height and centering as it would have taken two weeks ago except now she was standing on his desk to reach the wall and he was holding her waist so she didn't fall and she kept changing her mind about the height and he kept saying it looked fine and she kept saying fine wasn't good enough and eventually they agreed on a spot and he held the nail and she held the hammer and it went in on the second try.

She climbed down.

They stood back and looked at it.

"Good," he said.

"Better than...