http://notabricklayer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notabricklayer.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-10-13 04:54 am (UTC)

He returns her hold, the tension he hadn't known he was letting into his shoulders falling away. He was worried - worried that she would bolt, leaving him alone again.

"What do you wish I'd ordered for dinner?" He shies away from more serious topics for the moment.

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