He laughs fondly and lets the argument lie, content with things as they stand. He says nothing, makes no annoucement, but if he is rather pleased with himself at the moment, who can blame him. Still, in the evening he comes to sit beside her, rather than opposite, as they sometimes do when they wish to read to each other.
"Will you tell me what is on your mind?" He rescues the book and draws her into his arms.
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timeasmymeasure
give me all your BS /chinhands
Date: 2018-06-29 01:37 pm (UTC)"Will you tell me what is on your mind?" He rescues the book and draws her into his arms.