[ He thought that maybe her being so close to him would be uncomfortable, but he finds that he looks her in the eyes and just, trusts.
There had been a sort of air of danger to the situation, and a romantic sort of tone, but in the most foolish way. Because as much as it'd felt like a game, it hadn't been. But in knowing now the inevitability of the sinking, it feels like such a small thing to have ever been worried about. He wonders if he'll feel this way about Deerington someday.
He wonders if he should maybe stop worrying so much about little things. ]
I could throw pebbles at your window.
[ If she still wanted to play like they were kids sneaking out of the house after dark. He used to, with Bucky - okay, he still does, but there's less being clandestine and no rocks being thrown, more like texts being sent and locking up the front door and climbing over the fence between their houses. He does admit, there's something nostalgic about the way it used to be.
Then, cracking a smile, definitely joking, he offers: ]
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There had been a sort of air of danger to the situation, and a romantic sort of tone, but in the most foolish way. Because as much as it'd felt like a game, it hadn't been. But in knowing now the inevitability of the sinking, it feels like such a small thing to have ever been worried about. He wonders if he'll feel this way about Deerington someday.
He wonders if he should maybe stop worrying so much about little things. ]
I could throw pebbles at your window.
[ If she still wanted to play like they were kids sneaking out of the house after dark. He used to, with Bucky - okay, he still does, but there's less being clandestine and no rocks being thrown, more like texts being sent and locking up the front door and climbing over the fence between their houses. He does admit, there's something nostalgic about the way it used to be.
Then, cracking a smile, definitely joking, he offers: ]
I could put on the accent.