Intelligence should have stopped a cranky boy from showing up on his way to find more coffee, and yet there he was. All the talk of ethics in the morning had left him feeling guilty and a little sad.
"You look busy," he remarked, considering fleeing even as he'd just arrived.
"The weekend has started," he informed her, giving up his hand. "Let's do something or go somewhere." Someone didn't want to be stuck in his dorm room anymore.
She blinked, looked at her desk, and then at Griff. If anything, her smile grew brighter.
"All right. Let me just tell Miss Cabot."
And she held up a finger before leaning over to grab the phone and dial a number. It didn't take very long at all for someone to answer, for Fiona to explain that she had something that needed her attention and Miss Cabot to 'okay' the whole thing.
She hung up the phone and gave his hand a squeeze.
"No issues of distance, Fiona," he reminded her with an almost amused eyeroll. He was rather desperate to be doing something that didn't involve the ethical implications of him being a freak or making choices or anything at all that resembled thinking. "Just of what you want."
"Then..." she desperately wished she could bring him to a certain forest in Northern California, the great Redwood park, but she was reasonably sure that was out of the realm of possibility.
"Then I want to go someplace warm. Someplace with a nice beach. Can we do that?"
"I can read it and write it just fine. I can even understand it. But I'm not best speaking it. I wouldn't mind going there, though," she offered with a quick bounce of her heels, "if that's where you were thinking of taking us."
"Only beach I know that shouldn't be crawling with sensitives," he answered, ignoring the problem with some other places he might have preferred to visit. "You'll like it."
She almost thought about it, but then the same part that had loved riding on the back of Robert's motorcycle and the part that had slammed the door to her room and screamed for what seemed like hours spoke up.
She trusted him. And, to be frank, when one is punished for seemingly nothing at all, there is a faint desire to do something that might warrant it. As far as she was concerned, a vacation with Griff would be lovely and if there were repercussions, she'd already earned them.
"You look busy," he remarked, considering fleeing even as he'd just arrived.
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The phone was put down and the computer was put onto it's screensaver as she got up and walked over.
"Not busy," she told him, reaching out for his hand.
"Glad you stopped by."
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"All right. Let me just tell Miss Cabot."
And she held up a finger before leaning over to grab the phone and dial a number. It didn't take very long at all for someone to answer, for Fiona to explain that she had something that needed her attention and Miss Cabot to 'okay' the whole thing.
She hung up the phone and gave his hand a squeeze.
"Let me just get my jacket and my purse."
[Miss Cabot gratefully godded with permission]
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"That enough time for you to decide where to?"
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"Well, you haven't mentioned how far. Do you want to go somewhere on island? Somewhere on the mainland? Either one works for me."
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"Then I want to go someplace warm. Someplace with a nice beach. Can we do that?"
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"I can read it and write it just fine. I can even understand it. But I'm not best speaking it. I wouldn't mind going there, though," she offered with a quick bounce of her heels, "if that's where you were thinking of taking us."
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"I'm sure I will. Do we need to pack anything?"
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"Okay. Whenever you're ready."
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It was rather amazing that she'd agreed without question or even apparent wonder over why he was so keen to get out.
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"No reason at all."
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