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"I'd like that. We should set up a date."
He was relaxed, watching curiously.
"If you want to."
She shrugged. "Are you?"
"Yeah. That'd be nice."
He watched her silently.
"You're favorite song."
She grinned, taking his hand.
"No, not really."
A bit later, his eyes fluttered and he looked around tiredly.
"Well, sure."
She sighed, her touch soft. "Let's head back inside, okay?"
"Nope. Just boring."
He turned to her on instict, his arm wrapping around her gently.
"You should sing for me."
She reached up, kissing him deeply.
"Nothing happened."
He shifted, the hint of the tattoos on his arms peeking through.
"Do you do that?"
She grinned. "Of course I am. I'm with you."
