"Just me being an ass," he says, without much conviction, because he still isn't sure of how--or what--to tell her.
"It all seems like a dream sometimes, still. You being here. I still think I'll wake up and find myself back in the stream. Or on the Dawn Treader. Feels like I don't deserve having you here. I thought--maybe--"
But he doesn't finish, quite. Instead, his hand reaches out, finds its way across her stomach, and he curls into her side, resting his face in the crook between her head and shoulder.
"Tease me about anything you like, except leaving?"
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Date: 2006-10-31 06:26 am (UTC)"It all seems like a dream sometimes, still. You being here. I still think I'll wake up and find myself back in the stream. Or on the Dawn Treader. Feels like I don't deserve having you here. I thought--maybe--"
But he doesn't finish, quite. Instead, his hand reaches out, finds its way across her stomach, and he curls into her side, resting his face in the crook between her head and shoulder.
"Tease me about anything you like, except leaving?"