i'm gonna miss it someday

LOCKE

Her faint flush is matched by his own. He'd never admit it but it takes very little to get some color on his cheeks. As much as he tries not to wear his feelings on his sleeve, he tends to fail. Not that he's been hiding his flirtation with her of course. Even if it falters for a moment with his story. Maybe he should've told her about something sexy he'd done. But that seemed out of place too. Oh well.

"I doubt there's a sailor out there who doesn't understand the risks. I wonder if the ghost whales realize that most of the ships go out around that time.." Would it be bad to say they probably purposely hunt during that time of year? He doesn't bring it up and he's not smart enough to have any real answer. "I have, a few times. They say seeing one means bad luck but I spent most of my time on the beach back in Torchline.." He's still got the lingering tan to prove it. That might just be the color of his skin honestly.

Locke finishes his drink and sets it down. "Well.. Ready to go?" Does she owe him a story? He doesn't remember. She can tell him later. His hand is as far as he dares to go without talking to her before hand. Even if he's only a few fingers away from the prize. "Sorry if it seems like I'm rushing.. I'll admit it's been a minute.."

I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine