[ He hums, considering. The Badlands is no place to camp, but the hills to the east are prettier, more vibrant, and far less treacherous while still a good distance from the city. She'd like it, he thinks. Travelling has been ingrained in him from a young age. He's come to enjoy it. He can admit easier these days that sometimes, it's an experience he wants to share.
His arm slips around her shoulder. ]
I've won you over before. [ There's a faint tilt to his lips. He takes the wine. Sausages will be appreciated. He won't turn down any upgrades to the food.
When it's later, he brings both her and the wine to the bedroom; in the morning, he helps her put a few belongings onto the new shelf. He is thinking about another trip with her—Aquila was pleasant, a memory he reflects on fondly—and he means to do it soon. In autumn, perhaps, when it isn't so fucking hot, and while things remain quiet. ]
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His arm slips around her shoulder. ]
I've won you over before. [ There's a faint tilt to his lips. He takes the wine. Sausages will be appreciated. He won't turn down any upgrades to the food.
When it's later, he brings both her and the wine to the bedroom; in the morning, he helps her put a few belongings onto the new shelf. He is thinking about another trip with her—Aquila was pleasant, a memory he reflects on fondly—and he means to do it soon. In autumn, perhaps, when it isn't so fucking hot, and while things remain quiet. ]