I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
His smile breaks out despite the tension trying to take over, because he's guilty as charged. He doesn't know, in truth. It matters to some extent, surely—they're talking about it after all. What she means though, if it matters enough to be a real issue, if there's something darker rolling in with that ship, he only knows the answer he wants it to be. "It seemed like the asking was the important part," he offers back with a deeper tilt of his head into hers.
The twitch of her scheming is indeed felt. It gives him enough time to lean away, trying to trace the shape of it as it grows, like that might provide something akin to understanding it sooner. "Whu—" he says, stunned for a moment as he tries to recall if that is, in fact, what he said. His cheeks puff up with held air for a moment, brows furrowing.
She pivots, revealing the face of someone who's won, someone he has no intention of stealing a victory from. "Yeah," he says, features melting into a sort of acceptance that's committed. One of his hands slips from her, having eased as she turned, and it corrals her hair over one shoulder with a gentle affection. "Running, definitely what I said," he huffs, amused as much as he is defeated. His palm departs her hair and claps over her hand, holding for a moment against his cheek before he turns and sets a kiss to the base of her fingers. "C'mon, we're gonna miss all the best gossip if we take too long." The heat would drive people away, set them into work. He rolls suddenly and swiftly off the bed, heels clapping against the floor and popping him upright. He reaches down to grab the pillow again, frisbee-ing it towards her.
The twitch of her scheming is indeed felt. It gives him enough time to lean away, trying to trace the shape of it as it grows, like that might provide something akin to understanding it sooner. "Whu—" he says, stunned for a moment as he tries to recall if that is, in fact, what he said. His cheeks puff up with held air for a moment, brows furrowing.
She pivots, revealing the face of someone who's won, someone he has no intention of stealing a victory from. "Yeah," he says, features melting into a sort of acceptance that's committed. One of his hands slips from her, having eased as she turned, and it corrals her hair over one shoulder with a gentle affection. "Running, definitely what I said," he huffs, amused as much as he is defeated. His palm departs her hair and claps over her hand, holding for a moment against his cheek before he turns and sets a kiss to the base of her fingers. "C'mon, we're gonna miss all the best gossip if we take too long." The heat would drive people away, set them into work. He rolls suddenly and swiftly off the bed, heels clapping against the floor and popping him upright. He reaches down to grab the pillow again, frisbee-ing it towards her.
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
