Her laughter is effusive and bubbly, and Harper grins down at her as he sets her back on her feet. Safe and solid on the floor beneath them. "I'm not known for my dramatics," he parries back, aware that he absolutely is. There's no harm in showering her with praise, undue or otherwise. If it keeps her smiling, Harper isn't going to take it back.
Weaver's flushed cheeks and eager response makes him laugh brightly, turning and gesturing to the rest of the ruins they have to explore. "Then what are we waiting for?" And again he leads on, blissfully unaware that this small bubble of joy and friendship will be the last memory he will have of Weaver.
- FIN
Weaver's flushed cheeks and eager response makes him laugh brightly, turning and gesturing to the rest of the ruins they have to explore. "Then what are we waiting for?" And again he leads on, blissfully unaware that this small bubble of joy and friendship will be the last memory he will have of Weaver.
- FIN
HARPER
