[he catches the uncertainty in her voice. he doesn't have any nefarious activity planned; only figured she'd like to get away from it, too.]
Just around. Don't worry, I'll have you back by bedtime.
[nimble fingers are smooth to take the whiskey back for a swig as they slowly make their way down the path. he holds it on his side that's closest to her, sometimes offering it up before the insinuated my turn hangs between them for too long.]
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Just around. Don't worry, I'll have you back by bedtime.
[nimble fingers are smooth to take the whiskey back for a swig as they slowly make their way down the path. he holds it on his side that's closest to her, sometimes offering it up before the insinuated my turn hangs between them for too long.]
I'm August.