[ Cards on the table. All of them, really. And it seems like she's down. Like she's okay with this, like it's something that can happen. He doesn't want to spend the next ten years wondering what if.
He'd rather know. ]
Sure.
[ He slides it over and leans with it, leaning against her side for a moment. All this causal contact he never got to enjoy. And she's reciprocating. It's not so hopless a thing as he'd thought a few days ago. ]
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[ Cards on the table. All of them, really. And it seems like she's down. Like she's okay with this, like it's something that can happen. He doesn't want to spend the next ten years wondering what if.
He'd rather know. ]
Sure.
[ He slides it over and leans with it, leaning against her side for a moment. All this causal contact he never got to enjoy. And she's reciprocating. It's not so hopless a thing as he'd thought a few days ago. ]