and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
“Trouble? Me?” He teases her lightly, shaking his head and running his metal hand through his slightly longer hair as he steps toward the door to collect his jacket, looping it over his arm as she guides him toward the exit. He pauses with her as she moves to close the door and after they’re out and she’s bracing against the frame, he turns to her on his heel and offers a nod and a chuckle.
Hopefully he won’t be a stranger, depends on how much work the Grounds has to do he supposes. “I won’t.” He pauses, the grin sharp and cutting. “And I will.” He tips his head toward her, before he’s turning back down the hallway, a small jaunty little tune of a whistle leaving his lips as he does so, broken up only by a “goodnight Maeve.” just before he’s rounding the corner to slip out of the home sector of the Halenani.
- FIN <33
Hopefully he won’t be a stranger, depends on how much work the Grounds has to do he supposes. “I won’t.” He pauses, the grin sharp and cutting. “And I will.” He tips his head toward her, before he’s turning back down the hallway, a small jaunty little tune of a whistle leaving his lips as he does so, broken up only by a “goodnight Maeve.” just before he’s rounding the corner to slip out of the home sector of the Halenani.
- FIN <33
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