[ He beats her to the punch. Once the dampness of his tears soaks through her shirt, she swipes her fingers beneath the creases of his eyes, collecting the moisture he's smeared across his skin in the process. It's worrying, but she can sense nothing from him that warns her that she has misstepped in some way, upset him unknowingly. ]
Yes. [ But only barely, peeking out as the sky becomes a darker blue. It isn't a sight that stirs fondness in her for what it implies: the hours are escaping them, slipping out of her grasp, no matter how she tries to hold onto it. There is no avoiding their separation, looming closer. ] We can go look. Take the blanket with you.
[ She's assuming that's what he most want, anyway. Why ask otherwise? She nudges her nose into his hair, playing the role of a creepy girlfriend as she smells the scent of it, and then straightens her spine to try to nudge him into standing. ]
i know nothing about CA geography as i have just revealed
Yes. [ But only barely, peeking out as the sky becomes a darker blue. It isn't a sight that stirs fondness in her for what it implies: the hours are escaping them, slipping out of her grasp, no matter how she tries to hold onto it. There is no avoiding their separation, looming closer. ] We can go look. Take the blanket with you.
[ She's assuming that's what he most want, anyway. Why ask otherwise? She nudges her nose into his hair, playing the role of a creepy girlfriend as she smells the scent of it, and then straightens her spine to try to nudge him into standing. ]