( it's not the time to tell her about the rest of it--about what it means, about where he came from, about any of that. even those details are things that he only knows in scattered incompletes, and this is supposed to be a nice day, a relaxing date, and he's already started to ruin it. as much as he wants to put the wristband on again and cover things up, he thinks it means something to leave it exposed: even if their arms are between them, still hiding slightly against the grass.
she's still so sleepy, and when she snuggles up against him, he lets her hand go. it's only so that he can lift up an arm, above her head, to give her the warmth of the space against his side. with some maneuvering, it's easy to drape his arm, and that horrible barcode, around her shoulders, to hold her against him and squeeze her in to let her know that it's okay.
she looks up at him with lidded eyes, and he looks down at her with a faint smile, a little weak. )
Do you even have any idea how good you are? ( it's fond, and a little teasing, as he cranes his neck slightly to give her a kiss on the nose. ) Or how much I like you? You're sleepy enough that you'll forget this whole conversation, huh.
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( it's not the time to tell her about the rest of it--about what it means, about where he came from, about any of that. even those details are things that he only knows in scattered incompletes, and this is supposed to be a nice day, a relaxing date, and he's already started to ruin it. as much as he wants to put the wristband on again and cover things up, he thinks it means something to leave it exposed: even if their arms are between them, still hiding slightly against the grass.
she's still so sleepy, and when she snuggles up against him, he lets her hand go. it's only so that he can lift up an arm, above her head, to give her the warmth of the space against his side. with some maneuvering, it's easy to drape his arm, and that horrible barcode, around her shoulders, to hold her against him and squeeze her in to let her know that it's okay.
she looks up at him with lidded eyes, and he looks down at her with a faint smile, a little weak. )
Do you even have any idea how good you are? ( it's fond, and a little teasing, as he cranes his neck slightly to give her a kiss on the nose. ) Or how much I like you? You're sleepy enough that you'll forget this whole conversation, huh.