She nods. She stays that way for the trip back to the shore: face turned into the wind, eyes closed, her hand in his.
It takes that bit of distance to start to ease some of the tension this conversation has prompted, enough that by the time they are dragging the little boat up onto the beach she bumps her shoulder into his and jokes, a little tentatively, "You still owe me dinner."
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Date: 2021-11-17 04:08 am (UTC)It takes that bit of distance to start to ease some of the tension this conversation has prompted, enough that by the time they are dragging the little boat up onto the beach she bumps her shoulder into his and jokes, a little tentatively, "You still owe me dinner."