’That’s a, weighty decision for you to be carrying around on your person. Don’t try and tell me that you carry it around in your back pocket all the time?’ He folds his palm around the device and clutches at the hand that abandoned it there with both, giving one last firm squeeze before he pockets it.
‘I’m sure you’ll know, when that time’s right. And sure, as for keeping you in check. I think I can do that, if you’re resolved on something like that.’
Glancing over herself, he knits his eyebrows with a hint of a smile working at the corners of his mouth. ‘I mean it, you’ll figure it out. At this point, what would probably serve you best —is to block out what other chatter it is you’re worried about. There’s really no reason for you to get hung up on this.
Then figure out getting settled, and how long you’ll stay, and all that.’
’— Plus, you don’t have to do anything for m -, uff.’
His arms tighten around the shorter blond, heaving a small sigh as he keeps her contained there for as long as she initiated it. He makes a note of it to try and not squeeze her too much in return, because he does get carried away sometimes if he’s not careful. And anyone that’s suffered as victim to one-on-one contact like this, well. Strong arms aren’t built for everyone. ’ …Maybe you did,’ he clears his throat and delivers his only consolation he really knows how, with a couple of firm pats to her back. ‘Yeah, I’m pretty sure you did. But knowing you, you’re definitely going to get a second take.
Or a third, or until you get it just right, and then it’s going to be. — Perfect for you, who else but Linda Kida’s going to get their way.
Don’t get too bummed out just yet, now — - hey,’ He takes a hold of both her shoulders, but glances around first. - Frames either side of her face with his palms and steers her down the stairs to where the rail has a gap. He shuffles them down the stairs while watching her footwork for her, wrapping one arm around her head and then another to conceal her face just in case.
‘Yeah, you’re okay.’ He speaks against her head, chin resting on his own shoulder. ‘And I think I’d be lying if I didn’t say I did, too.
So there, we’re both even.’
