Two months on the seventeenth. [He pauses, shifting just slightly to try and give her a bit comfier of a resting place.
Normally, he'd tease her. He'd feel uncomfortable. Try to lie down and sleep with her instead of just.. letting her prop herself up against him. But after what she'd said, with everything rolling around in his head...]
It's July ninth, now. And okay, fine. Bobbleheads are out. [He pauses, tapping his pen against the paper for a moment] Stark brand thongs?
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Normally, he'd tease her. He'd feel uncomfortable. Try to lie down and sleep with her instead of just.. letting her prop herself up against him. But after what she'd said, with everything rolling around in his head...]
It's July ninth, now. And okay, fine. Bobbleheads are out. [He pauses, tapping his pen against the paper for a moment] Stark brand thongs?