[ She looks like she's about to say something, and for a moment he thinks about it too, maybe throwing out an apology or two - not that he thinks he owes her one, not really, maybe a little - but nothing comes up either, just a moment of silence as his fingers twitch antsily in she hand she's holding. ]
[ God, this is all awkward, it is. His lips quirk into a smile back, just as wry; maybe more of a grimace than anything. ]
Store first or lighthouse? [ Yep, he's following suit, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he trudges after her. ]
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[ God, this is all awkward, it is. His lips quirk into a smile back, just as wry; maybe more of a grimace than anything. ]
Store first or lighthouse? [ Yep, he's following suit, hands shoved deep into his pants pockets as he trudges after her. ]