He looked around. "If you'd like to. We could help out." *** She looked up at him. "Do you want me to come with?"
She paused before nodding. "Okay. Let's head down to the river." * * * "That's okay," he said with a small grunt, standing up. He swayed dangerously for a moment before stumbling towards the door. "Get some more sleep."
"Alright," he said, taking one last look before heading out. *** She sat up with a frown. "Are you sure?"
He looked back at her. "I'm sorry." *** She squinted, raising an eyebrow. "You better be. And come back in one piece."
She looked up at him, seeming surprised. Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head, almost puppylike. "Why are you sorry?" * * * He laughed, but stopped short, his hand on his side. "You can come with if you'd like."
"I feel like I made the day worse than it needed to be." *** She nodded slowly, getting up. "I'd feel better that way."
She frowned but walked a little faster to be by his side. She slipped her hand in his coat pocket, her fingers intertwining with his. "You will always worry," she told him. "And I will always worry that you're worrying. This is just how we work." * * * "You don't trust me, then, is what you're saying."
He laughed slightly. "I'm trying not to worry." *** "I just don't want you to get any more injured than you already are."
"And I am trying not to worry about you worrying," she replied, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Don't feel badly." * * * "I thought you said I looked good," he teased, slipping on his still damp coat.
She pulled his hand out of his pocket and in one smooth motion draped it over her shoulder. "That's all I ask." * * * "It's nice to have someone worry about me."
She wrapped an arm around his waist as they walked, looking around thoughtfully. * * * "I appreciate it," he told her, kissing her forehead.
She looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips. "Did I just hear you be optimistic?" she teased, stopping in her path and turning to him. "You?" * * * (Zoop?)
She gave him a look, putting her hands on his shoulders. She tilted her head, raising one eyebrow. "You know it is." * * * He was stumbling along. The conversation had subsided as he walked, clearly focusing on keeping his movement steady. "We're almost there..."
He squinted at her, shaking his head slightly. "Not all the time." *** She frowned as she looked up at him, offering her support.
"No," she agreed, moving towards him and crossing her wrists behind his neck, watching him. "No, not all the time. But sometimes. It's important for me to acknowledge when you don't do it." * * * He glanced down at her, raising an eyebrow. "One day, when we're all old and have parted ways, you're going to stop my house and you're going to try to help me move outside, and it's going to been the exact same as it is right now."
