[Maybe they should get up--the ice is cold under his knees, and his limbs ache a little from forced inactivity--but Shiho will have absolutely no trouble reading that he's entirely content not moving at all. She's close, she's warm, her fingers clutch at his shirt, and that's all the confirmation he needs to know.
She's here.
That's really all he needs to feel like everything's going to be okay, a warm rush of fondness, relief, and gratitude flooding him.
All of those things--a pillow nest, and blankets, and sharing his music with her, heads tilted close so they can share his headphones...
Isn't everything about it perfect?]
... Thank you. [It's breathed out softly, but so, so sincerely.] I'll be looking forward to it.
[He's reluctant to move, he really is... but it's the thought that she might also be cold from sitting here on the ice that spurs him to stir a little.]
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She's here.
That's really all he needs to feel like everything's going to be okay, a warm rush of fondness, relief, and gratitude flooding him.
All of those things--a pillow nest, and blankets, and sharing his music with her, heads tilted close so they can share his headphones...
Isn't everything about it perfect?]
... Thank you. [It's breathed out softly, but so, so sincerely.] I'll be looking forward to it.
[He's reluctant to move, he really is... but it's the thought that she might also be cold from sitting here on the ice that spurs him to stir a little.]
We should... probably get up, huh?