[He smiles when she moves close, when she rests her cheek against his collarbone, but it's a melancholy smile, because he's thinking exactly the same thing. They can prolong this night as long as they want to, but of course morning will come soon enough. It's not as though they can stop time, though at the moment, he'd certainly like to. He's not always one to think about the future, almost always prefers to live in the moment, but he can't help but think about it now -- how she's going to go back to that awful husband of hers, and he'll have to go back to...
Well. It's different. He loves his wife, but that's not a situation he can bear to think about right now, not with Daisy lying here, pressed against his chest. His arm wraps around her shoulders, pulls her closer, greedy for any kind of physical intimacy he can still draw out of the night. It's not over yet, not until one of them leaves.
Her words strike him as exactly what he'd been thinking, exactly what he'd been about to say, and he nods sleepily, trying to come up with some response that doesn't sound trite or sad, but that also promises some kind of hope for the future.]
Yeah, me too. But maybe...
[Maybe what? He knows she doesn't belong in Atlantic City, and he's partially glad for it, because he doesn't think she'd like it much. As he's always thought, it's an alright place to visit, when you don't see the decay and rot so close beneath the surface. She deserves better than that.]
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Well. It's different. He loves his wife, but that's not a situation he can bear to think about right now, not with Daisy lying here, pressed against his chest. His arm wraps around her shoulders, pulls her closer, greedy for any kind of physical intimacy he can still draw out of the night. It's not over yet, not until one of them leaves.
Her words strike him as exactly what he'd been thinking, exactly what he'd been about to say, and he nods sleepily, trying to come up with some response that doesn't sound trite or sad, but that also promises some kind of hope for the future.]
Yeah, me too. But maybe...
[Maybe what? He knows she doesn't belong in Atlantic City, and he's partially glad for it, because he doesn't think she'd like it much. As he's always thought, it's an alright place to visit, when you don't see the decay and rot so close beneath the surface. She deserves better than that.]
Maybe we'll meet again, y'know? I'd like to.