“If I would risk head trauma for her, I’d definitely risk it for you.” he reasoned from where he was sprawled across the couch. The tablet he was staring down precariously balancing on his chest narrowly avoided his nose as the soldier snapped up at his wife’s questioning, giving an eager nod.
“You can pick everything, if you wanna, baby.”
There’s a point where she does stare an extra second, lips curving into a secretive smile. She doesn’t need some pledge of allegiance and she’s got half a word out of her mouth to tell him that, but she merely shakes it off and closes the laptop.
“---I mean not everything since me pickin’ would mean I get to finish work and go train, so really it’s pick and you approve. Cajun and ice skatin’? Haven’t had that in a while.”
