[But Nate doesn't get better, he gets worse. So much worse. Not that it really matters; Nate's not here.]
Well there's no need to let all that sit on your shoulders, not here, anyway. [She takes the opportunity to lock her fingers with his after the kiss, scooting her pillow-nest close enough to rest against his side.] The most we currently have to deal with is our dear friend Harry, and I think that's far less dire than a war criminal with a thirst for immortality. Maybe we'll get lucky, find ourselves a nice, private beach with a well-stocked bar.
Or earn enough to make our own.
[It's wishful thinking, of course, but Chloe-- with someone so genuinely loving, someone willing to give up everything for a boy that's not even his, so close to her in the peaceful, late night hours-- feels enough hope to at least let the possibility tumble out of the storage cabinet locked away in the back of her mind. For a second or two, anyway.]
Shut face, perfect tag is perfect.
Well there's no need to let all that sit on your shoulders, not here, anyway. [She takes the opportunity to lock her fingers with his after the kiss, scooting her pillow-nest close enough to rest against his side.] The most we currently have to deal with is our dear friend Harry, and I think that's far less dire than a war criminal with a thirst for immortality. Maybe we'll get lucky, find ourselves a nice, private beach with a well-stocked bar.
Or earn enough to make our own.
[It's wishful thinking, of course, but Chloe-- with someone so genuinely loving, someone willing to give up everything for a boy that's not even his, so close to her in the peaceful, late night hours-- feels enough hope to at least let the possibility tumble out of the storage cabinet locked away in the back of her mind. For a second or two, anyway.]