[ merlin doesn't have to decide, because athena pulls him gently to lead the way again when he slows down a bit. she can always look out the window later when she gets home, if she still wants to check out the moon then. though she'll likely bury herself in books upon getting home... there's no end to her studying, even after graduating. ]
It has to be a bit late, so if 10 is good with you, then let's meet up then. I'll text you instructions.
[ she doesn't mean to make it sound complicated, but there are some things she wants him to do and/or bring for this surprise. ]
[ Ah, there we go. She catches up quickly enough, not even thinking about what he's going to do once he gets back. Collapse face first onto his bed? Probably. Not move for a good hour or two? Probably.
He blinks at the time she says, because that is late, but it also means that it shouldn't clash with something else. If he finishes work at 7pm he'll be alright. Plenty of time. ]
Alright. Whenever you have details. [ For this. date meeting. thing. What is it?
He presses the button for the elevator, waiting for it to arrive. ]
Try not to lose sleep over it, [ she says teasingly, even moving to the side to nudge him with her shoulder.
though with this, she's probably making him anticipate it or make guesses on what it could be. hopefully, she won't disappoint when saturday comes. that would be the worst. ]
I don't know, maybe I'll forget this conversation happened. [ He's just teasing. He leans against the side wall of the elevator though (after he presses the button for her floor) as it starts to go up, and it's like it hasn't felt this small in a while. It's fine when he's on his own but their hands are still clasped and...
He definitely hasn't forgotten that incident days... a week ago.
He only moves when the doors open, indicating they've reached her floor. His hand lets go of hers, and he indicates for her to go with a smile. One hand holds the door steady though. ]
Good night. [ It's the only thing he says at first, as he waits for her to cross the threshold and step outside. He isn't sure if she expects anything, if she plans anything.
But he does.
His heart feels like it's going to burst when he reaches for her wrist, calling her name so she'll turn around again. His foot is keeping the lift open for him (hopefully no one is downstairs trying to use it right now) when that hand that reached out for her moves up to cup her cheek.
It's similar to what she did before, that he keeps her steady when his lips press against her cheek. It's similar to how he kissed her hand before too. It lingers, warm. Soft. Then quietly, he whispers against her skin: ] Sweet dreams.
[ Before she has a chance to say anything though he's stepping back into the elevator, pressing the close door button in the hope that he didn't just make things weirder. ]
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it's a nice song otherwise ;o;
It has to be a bit late, so if 10 is good with you, then let's meet up then. I'll text you instructions.
[ she doesn't mean to make it sound complicated, but there are some things she wants him to do and/or bring for this surprise. ]
;u; yeah!!!
He blinks at the time she says, because that is late, but it also means that it shouldn't clash with something else. If he finishes work at 7pm he'll be alright. Plenty of time. ]
Alright. Whenever you have details. [ For this. date meeting. thing. What is it?
He presses the button for the elevator, waiting for it to arrive. ]
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though with this, she's probably making him anticipate it or make guesses on what it could be. hopefully, she won't disappoint when saturday comes. that would be the worst. ]
sweats
He definitely hasn't forgotten that incident days... a week ago.
He only moves when the doors open, indicating they've reached her floor. His hand lets go of hers, and he indicates for her to go with a smile. One hand holds the door steady though. ]
Good night. [ It's the only thing he says at first, as he waits for her to cross the threshold and step outside. He isn't sure if she expects anything, if she plans anything.
But he does.
His heart feels like it's going to burst when he reaches for her wrist, calling her name so she'll turn around again. His foot is keeping the lift open for him (hopefully no one is downstairs trying to use it right now) when that hand that reached out for her moves up to cup her cheek.
It's similar to what she did before, that he keeps her steady when his lips press against her cheek. It's similar to how he kissed her hand before too. It lingers, warm. Soft. Then quietly, he whispers against her skin: ] Sweet dreams.
[ Before she has a chance to say anything though he's stepping back into the elevator, pressing the close door button in the hope that he didn't just make things weirder. ]