when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"I don't know, I haven't gotten that far yet," Isla says with a smirk, giving him a nudge with her elbow (it goes nowhere against his solid metal arm). "But if you have accidentally spoiled it for me, I will be very disappointed." She won't be really - these novels always have a tendency to be rather cliche, but at the same time, it's nice to indulge isn't it?
But then they're talking about his arm and Isla's attention is freshly captivated. She sits back a bit, if only so she can look at it properly, eyebrows raising. "Then I suppose we can bury your old one?" she suggests with a grin, before reaching out to pat his arm. "Would you mind if I took a proper look at it? I'd love to see how it ticks."
Then, glancing back up to his face, she gives him a gentle smile. "We all get that way sometimes. I can bring my medical bag and we can get more in your arm than your head if you want?"
But then they're talking about his arm and Isla's attention is freshly captivated. She sits back a bit, if only so she can look at it properly, eyebrows raising. "Then I suppose we can bury your old one?" she suggests with a grin, before reaching out to pat his arm. "Would you mind if I took a proper look at it? I'd love to see how it ticks."
Then, glancing back up to his face, she gives him a gentle smile. "We all get that way sometimes. I can bring my medical bag and we can get more in your arm than your head if you want?"
i could die
Isla
