KALI ⌖ OPEN

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[onebehind]

He lets her rest her head against his chest, much as he wants to do otherwise, to hook his fingers under her chin, force her to look at him. He figures she deserves the closeness, knows the reason for it, and doesn't want to take that away from her. More than that, he figures he can communicate what he wants to say with the right amount of passion without making her look at him.

That in mind, he buries a hand in her hair and softly but seriously, he tells her, "I love you. And stupid as it's gonna sound, I'll hurt anyone who tries to tell you you're not enough, for any reason." It sounds very frat boy-ish, he knows, but well. It's true.

[felidity]

Affection blossoms in her chest. How did she get so lucky to find Dylan? Her mouth twists up in a pleased smile she keeps hidden against his chest, clinging to him a little tighter. If she hadn't already proposed... she would do so now.

"You're sweet." It's a sweet sentiment and she feels all warm and fuzzy that Dylan will protect her, and not only that, he wants to. That's such a nice feeling.

[onebehind]

"Or a giant frat boy." In a formerly fifty-year-old's body. Not that either changes the sentiment, nor does the fact that he knows full well that she can take care of herself. It's also male biological imperative for him to want to protect his loved ones -- or maybe it's him biological imperative, since he's lost so many of the people he has cared about.

[felidity]

That makes her glance up, lifting her hand to pat his cheek fondly, the corner of her mouth turning her smile into a smirk. "But not a deluded frat boy."

She knows he knows what's up.

[onebehind]

"Self-aware frat boy," he agrees, sagaciously and with a nod. A moment of pause follows, half so he can lean into her hand and half largely for effect, and then slowly, he starts, "Though, does that mean I can't play beer pong anymore?"

Since, you know, he's not deluded and all. Never mind the fact that the last time he played beer pong was Wanda's birthday party, months ago. He's mostly just being an ass at this point.

[felidity]

Her nose wrinkles. "You can. But beer is gross." She shrugs though, grinning. "You'd lose if you ever played against me, anyway."

[onebehind]

"I don't know. I beat Jack, and he's as fucking Wyatt Earp as you are, so." You know, fast hands and all. He's not entirely sure if she'll get that reference, though, and so he just shrugs, that said.

[felidity]

"We'll have to test it out." A beat. "You can drink my beers, too."

Seriously, it's gross.

[onebehind]

"Or we can try and find you one you actually like."

Not all of them taste like wet bread, after all. In fact, the first thing that comes to mind (Guinness Draught) actually tastes like iced coffee. That's an improvement, right?

[felidity]

That would be a huge improvement. She loves iced coffee.

"Well, if you must." She clearly doesn't mind, just being picky for the sake of it now. Because she can.

[onebehind]

"I must, I must." And if he sounds a little like he's imitating someone in saying that, well, he is. Aw, yeah, Cleavon Little in Blazing Saddles.

[felidity]

She doesn't get the reference, bless her soul, but she smiles up at him, clearly head over heels. Today has been a trying day, this week as been trying, she's glad she has Dylan.

"...wanna make out?"