Sweeney turns his head to her, everything about him sated. When she rests up on his chest, he shifts his arm behind her to support her against him.
"Ya gonna try ta tell me that don't count?"
Because it sure as fuck does. His mind is quiet, or something like it, settled in the calm of the grass and the fulfillment and satisfaction that they both got what they needed, just being themselves.
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Date: 2021-12-21 01:14 am (UTC)"Ya gonna try ta tell me that don't count?"
Because it sure as fuck does. His mind is quiet, or something like it, settled in the calm of the grass and the fulfillment and satisfaction that they both got what they needed, just being themselves.