“What can I say when you make it incredibly easy to be perceptive? Not to mention your adventurous side is something I’ve always admired,” Bill admitted with an almost shy smile, part of him still a bit sheepish in saying just how much he paid attention to her, thinking that it was effortless when Bill was always eager to learn more about her than he already knew. Of course, their friendship had provided quite a large range of information, and now that they were stepping into something more, it didn’t change both the craving he had for learning new things and the elation every time he got a new element to add to the landscape of her in his mind. What hadn’t changed at all was their conversations centered on the most random topics, and Bill couldn’t help laughing a little at the current. “Only the bravest pups, you’re right. We wouldn’t want to put any pups who were afraid on the front weather chasing lines. Though I can tell you right now,” Bill started with another laugh at what he was about to say, “If you wanted Mira to join, she’d probably try to convince us to add some sea life to the front lines, too. Maybe some dolphins or whales…I mean, if they can come up with a sharknado, why not a dolph…nado?” He was already chuckling a bit between his words at the image of it, while feeling grateful that Samara was including Mira in some way. It warmed his heart, the affection she had for his daughter, and it eased any of the usual worries that anyone potentially dating him would consider his having a daughter intimidating in some way. “Of course you’d want to include the fort for the pup, which…I guess I can’t entirely blame you. And most likely, it’d be cute enough to earn one. Puppy eyes and all,” he said, grinning over in her direction. “So a fort, the party, clearly this pup is going to be beyond spoiled on day one and expect this kind of treatment always. Though what am I on point for aside from homemade doggie treats? I need to hear about this vision of yours,” he teased. Because now his mind was connecting the event with Samara, and he was convinced the moment he decided to adopt a dog, it’d be a crime if she didn’t come along for it. The thought easily made him smile as he looked over at her again, nodding a little at her words since they had a good track record of making use of their time together, though this time felt that much more significant. “I didn’t have a doubt about that in the slightest,” he said honestly. “That and the fact that you’ve got all of mine, anyway.”
When it came to his daughter, while Bill tried to make the best decisions he could in parenting, there was hardly ever a time where he felt like he did things 100% correctly. It was easy for insecurities about the kind of father he was to weave through his thoughts, even if some of them weren’t exactly logical. But all the same, it made hearing encouragement from the people closest to him that much more valued and appreciated, and Bill gave Samara a grateful smile at her words, along with a gentle squeeze of her hand. “It’s perfect,” he told her honestly, smile still on his lips. “Call me crazy, but I couldn’t hear that too many times, you know?” His other hand naturally moved to his arm to rest over hers in an added gesture of affection. The talk of forts and how everything seemed to travel back to them made an easy laugh fall from Bill’s lips, as she added so much more significance and love for them than he’d had before. “I mean, it’d be a challenge, but I think we can pull it off. Of any two people can, we can. Maybe even make some new fort designs, really go all out. It’ll be the most impressive thing we’ve done…provided neither of us knock them down,” he added with another laugh, knowing his klutzy side often came out to play, too. Just being outside the house with her somehow made it more enchanting, more right, and for the first time, Bill was genuinely considering the place more seriously than he had when he’d first saw it, thinking about all the moments they could create there together. “Hey now,” Bill interjected with a grin and a playful shake of his head. “Don’t you dare think about nixing those texts. Besides, I’d rather text you than sleep any day of the week, so I’m glad it’d be impossible.” He kept his gaze on her as they walked, not really wanting to turn his eyes anywhere else, not even the gorgeous view in front of them. “Would you? You’d be an angel, not that you aren’t already, but it’d certainly cement your status,” Bill teased, the thought of having coffee in the morning with her a pleasant one that easily warmed him. He loved the idea of her painting some part of this house too, if it was the one he ended up with, though it was hard for his mind not to think in some way he would. “If you do, you know I’d have to hang it here,” he mused, smiling at her. “I mean, if you don’t mind gifting one to me and for the house to be a gallery sorts, that is. I swear it’d be the first thing I’d show everyone on arrival, just so they know I have the highest quality of art.” And he easily grew to the idea of having something she’d made herself hanging there. Hiking was something that always excited Bill , one of his favorite activities, and it was difficult not to be a little giddy over Samara sharing in that excitement, too. “Consider it a deal, then. We can explore a bit together, maybe find a trail around here if we get extra lucky. Though that’s a running feeling around you, so that wouldn’t surprise me,” he tacked on with a bit of shyness, even though there was truth in his words. He’d wanted to be a little closer to her, and the hug she’d moved in for made his heart rate spike, even as his arms effortlessly wrapped around her to keep her close. “Okay, we’ll explore the house,” he said, even if his mind was on anything but that with her so close. Bill laughed when the thought could have come from his own head, when he didn’t want to move at all, and why his arms stayed wrapped around her, hugging her against his chest instead of encouraging the walk towards the house, his lips finding the top of her forehead to press a kiss there. “My fault? I guess for once, I’ll gladly take the blame on it,” he said with a smile, his voice a little softer for the now closer proximity. “But to be fair, you don’t exactly make it easy to move, either.”
Samara couldn't help by smile to herself while he spoke, she wasn't completely oblivious to what he knew about her and it wasn't meant to be taken as her being over confident. There just weren't many people who knew her as well as he did and it just brought her a sense of warmth that he would care enough to continuously learn about her, even at times where she would go on and on about the most mundane things. It was probably where her sense of comfort stemmed from. "Really? I always thought I made it hard to keep up, but you do a good job at doing it either way. Plus, I admire you, maybe not so much from a distance anymore." The blonde beamed at him right before chuckling at herself and her most recent admission. "Dolphnado?" The idea itself made her crack a grin that already had threatened to make another laugh abrupt from her mouth due to the changes the young girl made have wanted, but it only took her split second for her eyes to perk up, almost as if she were going to reveal some groundbreaking news. "Did you know that Syfy made an actual Sharknado happen for the film? It wasn't even close to CGI. I think if we gave them a call, they could make it happen. It'll be the PG version no one ever asked for, but everyone's not Mira so that doesn't matter." There were very brief pauses between her statement along with short breaths that were meant to keep her composure though it had most likely had the opposite effect. "Am I getting predictable with the fort talk already? Can't say I'm complaining about the reputation I'm racking up," she pursed her lips in faux deep thought, tapping her index finger against them. " "While all of that is definitely on the list, we definitely need to get an abundance of toys. A ridiculous amount. A bed for their fort, preferably five times its size so it has room to stretch. Oh, and an infinite amount of belly rubs." She confirmed in an almost earnest way just to add to how silly she probably already sounded. Though, what he said caused her to completely change her demeanor, Samara's gaze had lingered a little bit longer than usual. Usually it was the simplest things that he said that caught her attention and made her struggle to utter a sentence that made close to sense. That was why her hand that had been placed on top of his was not affectionately stroking it, not only because the moment had called for it but to gather her thoughts. "As long as we don't get in a car crash, I think I can get used to that idea." She quipped, grinning broadly.
"Well, I'll make it a point to remind you, just to make sure you aren't too hard on yourself. If worse comes to worse, I'll you fight on it. No one's allowed to be hard on you..." Her words trailed off, nudging his arm. "Except me, I have full reign on that." She joked, though most of that came from their playful banter that usually referred to their clumsiest of moments. That's why she had this innate need to jump to his defense, he was already hard on himself as it is, even when he truly didn't need to be which was seemed to be the case most of the time. She blinked once, her eyes venturing off to the opposite of the area they were walking through. "Right, right. The designs will obviously beyond anyone's expectations, but excuse me while I be the debbie downer, just for a moment. I've got to say that us knocking those forts down, there's a 99.9% chance that it'll happen, but of course, we also got that 0.1% so there's still that little bit of hope if we take the chance." Feeling the warm rays of the sun only heightened the sensation in her body while talking to him. "Well, it looks looks like we're both out of luck. I don't think there's a moment where I don't want to talk to you, side effects to you being even more addictive than one could have ever imagined." The more the conversation began to evolve about all of the plans, she couldn't look right back up with him, her gaze showing nothing but her pure adoration for him which only grew when he continued speaking. A small laugh left her mouth at his choice of words, mostly out of the sheepishness she was already feeling. "Of course I would, I may not have had the best hand in cooking, but I can create a good cup of coffee." She bit her bottom lip in between sentences. "An angel, huh? So maybe that makes you a Prince Charming type? I feel so cheesy to say that, but would make it a little bit more applicable." She kept her answer short and sweet, when in reality she could've gone on and on about him, and the more time they spent with all this pent up honesty slowly coming out just had her racking up the praise she had for him. "You know, I'm willing to bet you'll be the number one consumer for my art - quite possibly the only one, but there's no complaints there. Though, I do like the idea of having one up here, like a little piece of me when I can't be around. I'll be here in spirit." The cheekiness was apparent in her voice but it translated to something much more genuine, the excitement just layering on top of each other with these newfound plans for Sweden and for this house, which made her imagine even more dream scenarios. Regardless, with or without it, it would still be as magical, if anything, she considered him home. "How amazing would it be if we did? I'm sure we could if looked hard enough, I think the adventure itself would be fun enough. And considering that I'm pretty lucky myself, I would say that would double our chances, hm?" There was so much certainty within her statement, especially when it came to the latter of it all. Nothing they did would have held as much weight if he wasn't there with her in the first place. When it came to their current predicament, if one could even call it that, she couldn't help but laugh along with him. She made herself so comfortable that she could only murmur an 'mhm' to what he said at first, it just felt as if she was sinking into the embrace even more. The small kiss just made her want to take more of a stance of staying exactly where she was. "Good. I would have already had a comeback if you didn't," she couldn't help but nod in agreement, will to take us much of the blame. "That's the point, I think it was my plan all along. Doesn't help much with house hunting." Samara chuckled, lifting her head to look back up at him, she slid her right arm off of him only to point towards her lips bashfully. "One more for the road? I promise I'll find the strength to lead the way."
