“About us. About us being together. We are, we just skipped all the way to the way old married couples behave. As characterized by routines, bickering spats, little to no physical affection, but comfortable. We’re like old slippers.”
“Smart as you are,” Cain swore, shaking his head, “you’re not exactly a poet with your words.”
“It does mean we skipped all the fun stuff,” Ambrose added ruefully, “but most couples never reach this stage of comfort. It’s all a trade-off, really.” He leaned back, satisfied to have aired his theorem in words and to find it made the most perfect of sense out loud as it had in his mind.
Cain gave something of a considerate ‘hm’, joining Ambrose to stare skywards, supporting him from falling (the action nearly an afterthought to prevent a once-clumsy man from tumbling to his death). “Suppose that’s why Miss Waters won’t dare flirt back,” Cain commented.
“And why Lady Simmons accuses me of being a man of terrible morals whenever I try and cozy up to her,” Ambrose said
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“About us. About us being together. We are, we just skipped all the way to the way old married couples behave. As characterized by routines, bickering spats, little to no physical affection, but comfortable. We’re like old slippers.”
“Smart as you are,” Cain swore, shaking his head, “you’re not exactly a poet with your words.”
“It does mean we skipped all the fun stuff,” Ambrose added ruefully, “but most couples never reach this stage of comfort. It’s all a trade-off, really.” He leaned back, satisfied to have aired his theorem in words and to find it made the most perfect of sense out loud as it had in his mind.
Cain gave something of a considerate ‘hm’, joining Ambrose to stare skywards, supporting him from falling (the action nearly an afterthought to prevent a once-clumsy man from tumbling to his death). “Suppose that’s why Miss Waters won’t dare flirt back,” Cain commented.
“And why Lady Simmons accuses me of being a man of terrible morals whenever I try and cozy up to her,” Ambrose said