[ What a pair they make. He swears he has no idea how he found her - or how she found him - but it's just like Alison to get what he meant, and like him to get what she means when she throws what she does at him.
He's quiet for a moment, just takes a minute or so to look at her, really look at her, before a hand comes up to catch her by the nape so he can fit his mouth over hers, the kiss long and drawn-out because I love you Alison Choi is the mantra of his being.
It's like little knives in his gut when he speaks again. ] I don't think I can wear my ring yet, babe. Sorry. I just... I can't.
Not until this is fixed.
[ He glances down to where his free hand has laced fingers through hers, his thumb moving over the ring on her finger. There are no words to articulate the way he feels. He's not even sure if there is a way to actually, legitimately articulate the way that he feels. ]
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He's quiet for a moment, just takes a minute or so to look at her, really look at her, before a hand comes up to catch her by the nape so he can fit his mouth over hers, the kiss long and drawn-out because I love you Alison Choi is the mantra of his being.
It's like little knives in his gut when he speaks again. ] I don't think I can wear my ring yet, babe. Sorry. I just... I can't.
Not until this is fixed.
[ He glances down to where his free hand has laced fingers through hers, his thumb moving over the ring on her finger. There are no words to articulate the way he feels. He's not even sure if there is a way to actually, legitimately articulate the way that he feels. ]