"Sure," he replied, thinking sitting might be a great idea. Once they started walking, got away from the heat and the crush of people, he realized just how much wine he'd drunk.
She moved just a little bit down the path, til - there. Around a tree, there was a path to a small clearing. It'd be more private-
She shook her head slightly at the thought.
After they were situated, she looked over at him. "... Jack?" Her fingertips skimmed the back of his hands, her eyes dark with worry. This... she knew this. What he was doing.
She rolled her eyes. "... I'm worried about you, Jack." She squeezed his fingers, her brows knitting. "I'm... really worried about you. Talk to me?" She didn't quite know how to do this; how to get him to talk, or if he even wanted too, but he deserved to have her try, as bad as she was at it.
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"We'll get there eventually."
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She shook her head slightly at the thought.
After they were situated, she looked over at him. "... Jack?" Her fingertips skimmed the back of his hands, her eyes dark with worry. This... she knew this. What he was doing.
Because she did it too.
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"Please." The word was soft.
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