[They are at the apex, the highest point in which they could both enjoy the view, the world hanging down below them. But Connor isn’t pulling his gaze away from her face, that smile enough to encompass the whole of the moment. The only thing that defines this point in time.
He grins back, sincere, glad. A thought, unrelated to anything truly at hand, snakes through his processing mind: she has a pretty smile.]
I… I’m glad. It’d be a shame to cut our friendship short already.
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He grins back, sincere, glad. A thought, unrelated to anything truly at hand, snakes through his processing mind: she has a pretty smile.]
I… I’m glad. It’d be a shame to cut our friendship short already.