[ He can't help letting out a laugh when she speaks up, though it's soft and quiet. His hands show no sign of wanting to leave her face, and when she settles her hands over them, then he feels even less like letting go. They have time anyway, they're in no rush. He hopes they're not, anyway. He's lived enough months in the recent past like that, and he really doesn't want this moment to be like that too.
He wants to linger, he wants this to last. For however long it might— even if not that long at all. An eternity in the span of a few minutes. ]
I don't doubt you for one second.
[ Even if it's said warmly, sweetly. He knows Betty would never hurt him, even if she could; unless he asked her to. But that's a whole other matter entirely.
He's so very close to leaning in and bridging that distance, pressing his lips to hers then. The taste of her breath lures him in terribly, and he's equal parts grateful and regretful of the way that she glances sideways and away from him. ]
You'd have what? Set up the couch for me? [ Said somewhat amusedly, some sarcasm tainting the words. A particular thought comes to mind then, and he tenses just so, his chest tightening painfully when his gaze scans what he can see of the room, his tone cautious when he asks. ] Where's Leonard?
[ He's not even sure he wants to hear the answer to that, but he knows he needs to hear it anyway. ]
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He wants to linger, he wants this to last. For however long it might— even if not that long at all. An eternity in the span of a few minutes. ]
I don't doubt you for one second.
[ Even if it's said warmly, sweetly. He knows Betty would never hurt him, even if she could; unless he asked her to. But that's a whole other matter entirely.
He's so very close to leaning in and bridging that distance, pressing his lips to hers then. The taste of her breath lures him in terribly, and he's equal parts grateful and regretful of the way that she glances sideways and away from him. ]
You'd have what? Set up the couch for me? [ Said somewhat amusedly, some sarcasm tainting the words. A particular thought comes to mind then, and he tenses just so, his chest tightening painfully when his gaze scans what he can see of the room, his tone cautious when he asks. ] Where's Leonard?
[ He's not even sure he wants to hear the answer to that, but he knows he needs to hear it anyway. ]