"Yeah," he breathes, still working on getting his legs steadier. The short word encapsulates so much more, the sating and exhaustion and comfort.
One hand abandons her to brace against the wall. A moment after, he gives it a push to dislodge them with the goal of getting them back to the grass. He manages the task with only a bit of swagger, and he sets her down as carefully as he can manage before he eases back.
It's cool and warm and all he wants is to lay down. He promptly collapses on his back in the grass and pulls down a cigarette, prepared to light one for each of them. After the first blessed drag, something occurs to him, and he lolls his head towards her with a tired raise of his brow.
"Ya get what ya need?" He'd gotten lost along the way and was far past keeping count. He certainly doesn't want to leave her wanting, though he has no idea what he can really manage at this point.
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One hand abandons her to brace against the wall. A moment after, he gives it a push to dislodge them with the goal of getting them back to the grass. He manages the task with only a bit of swagger, and he sets her down as carefully as he can manage before he eases back.
It's cool and warm and all he wants is to lay down. He promptly collapses on his back in the grass and pulls down a cigarette, prepared to light one for each of them. After the first blessed drag, something occurs to him, and he lolls his head towards her with a tired raise of his brow.
"Ya get what ya need?" He'd gotten lost along the way and was far past keeping count. He certainly doesn't want to leave her wanting, though he has no idea what he can really manage at this point.