[ Rather than be offended or further embarrassed by it, Lucy's barely stifled snickering actually puts him at ease. He likes it when she laughs. It's always honest, bright, and joyful even when it's short.
There's just something about her. The things she does, the things she says, it makes a lot of the world make sense to him. It certainly puts into feeling many of the words he's read in his constant studying of human poetry. The way he feels a change of pace within his chest makes him understand the idea of one's heart skipping a beat isn't an entirely metaphorical statement. ]
Indeed. [ He leans down as he speaks, ever so gently resting his forehead against the top of hers. His eyes close as he does so, that content purring of his beginning to rumble in his throat. "Our spot". The importance of that wording isn't lost on him. ] One thinks... we should make time to go there often when not of requirement to be elsewhere, yes?
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There's just something about her. The things she does, the things she says, it makes a lot of the world make sense to him. It certainly puts into feeling many of the words he's read in his constant studying of human poetry. The way he feels a change of pace within his chest makes him understand the idea of one's heart skipping a beat isn't an entirely metaphorical statement. ]
Indeed. [ He leans down as he speaks, ever so gently resting his forehead against the top of hers. His eyes close as he does so, that content purring of his beginning to rumble in his throat. "Our spot". The importance of that wording isn't lost on him. ] One thinks... we should make time to go there often when not of requirement to be elsewhere, yes?