[He catches her by the wrist, and she leans in to meet his gaze with her own, challenging as her grin pulls to one side. Those intimate moments are hardly forgotten, but this is a huge part of who they are, too— always intense, never doing anything by halves. He knows how to draw happiness out of her and hold onto it.]
I don’t know, you’re pretty old. Wouldn’t want you to break a hip.
[Like she hasn’t seen him achieve any number of athletic feats that would have been impossible for most people who weren’t them. He’s right— he’s always good to his word.]
The hell are you laughing about?!
[Even as she’s grinning wickedly at him, on the edge of laughter herself.]
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I don’t know, you’re pretty old. Wouldn’t want you to break a hip.
[Like she hasn’t seen him achieve any number of athletic feats that would have been impossible for most people who weren’t them. He’s right— he’s always good to his word.]
The hell are you laughing about?!
[Even as she’s grinning wickedly at him, on the edge of laughter herself.]