He loves that about her, which is probably why his mouth goes wide, grinning loopy in a way that can't possibly actually be about the food on the menu he's looking at. No one loves food that much. But he really does love certain things about her. Her appetite, in several manners, and things she considers good, that on anyone else you'd think might be posturing, but it was just her.
Rare steak and sports and holding her own against sailors without losing this softer edge. Or draining off her ability to point and poke, the way she does with those words. Getting him to flick his eyes up from a Surf n' Turf for her question. Not so much his head lifting. Just his gaze lifting, brow slightly heavy with some consideration to the fact it's not like they planned much.
The two of them. He and Cath. Some things, some times, depending on the length of time, of the necessity of having to find midway stopping points, arrival and departures to make. But not lately. Then it was just boats and docking and if still. When there's something flippant and derisive, and almost low-grade humoring when he shrugs. Eyes dropping back, and decides to at least give her, "It hasn't been that long."
Because that's better than it might never. It might still fizzle out tonight or tomorrow. It might just end, suddenly, still.
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Date: 2013-04-12 05:36 pm (UTC)Rare steak and sports and holding her own against sailors without losing this softer edge. Or draining off her ability to point and poke, the way she does with those words. Getting him to flick his eyes up from a Surf n' Turf for her question. Not so much his head lifting. Just his gaze lifting, brow slightly heavy with some consideration to the fact it's not like they planned much.
The two of them. He and Cath. Some things, some times, depending on the length of time, of the necessity of having to find midway stopping points, arrival and departures to make. But not lately. Then it was just boats and docking and if still. When there's something flippant and derisive, and almost low-grade humoring when he shrugs. Eyes dropping back, and decides to at least give her, "It hasn't been that long."
Because that's better than it might never. It might still fizzle out tonight or tomorrow. It might just end, suddenly, still.