[She knows, of course she does. He tangles his fingers with hers, leans into her touch like it's early morning sunshine on his skin.]
Of course you wouldn't give up mornings. Where would you put your cold feet?
[Despite the attempt at levity, his voice wavers slightly on the last word, and he has to swallow this new tangle of emotions.
For a while he didn't like it when she called him James, for a number of reasons. It's still a little odd to hear from someone he's so close to, but it's what his mother called his father, and he supposes that he can live with that. She loves him. Not a memory, him. He thinks, knowing that, he could live with anything.
Something tight in his chest unravels, and he smiles at her.
She loves him.
She loves him.
He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close like he can memorize the way her body fits against his.] I hope you realize you're stuck with me now, no refunds. I can't promise nothing will ever happen, but... There's one thing I can do.
Re: [After Close]
Of course you wouldn't give up mornings. Where would you put your cold feet?
[Despite the attempt at levity, his voice wavers slightly on the last word, and he has to swallow this new tangle of emotions.
For a while he didn't like it when she called him James, for a number of reasons. It's still a little odd to hear from someone he's so close to, but it's what his mother called his father, and he supposes that he can live with that. She loves him. Not a memory, him. He thinks, knowing that, he could live with anything.
Something tight in his chest unravels, and he smiles at her.
She loves him.
She loves him.
He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close like he can memorize the way her body fits against his.] I hope you realize you're stuck with me now, no refunds. I can't promise nothing will ever happen, but... There's one thing I can do.