[Actual kisses are great, and Will's totally fine with it, less fine with the coughing that ensues. But he gets why, isn't insulted, and as long as April isn't going back on him being her kind of crazy and walking out, everything is awesome. There's a mumbled sorry from a mouth that's failing not to smile. Sorry the alcohol-fueled exhaust pipe that is his breath was so noxious, he'll take care of it. Toothpaste and a shower sounds like the best sort of party at the moment.
The soothing motion of his hand running over her back slows. Slows, not stops, and only for a second before it picks pace right back up like nothing unusual or remarkable has happened at all. But, oh, that smile on his face is human and happy and glowing and he doesn't care which furry menace spots it.]
I love you, too. [There are two sharks being their general shark selves named April roaming the Atlantic, after all.] I'm so glad you're home.
[Not back, home. There was a difference. They'd gotten their own place, forged a little life for themselves. Neither of them would ever know the other back at what would be considered their real homes. They only had here, so as long as April was around and nothing was going to hell in a handbasket?
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Date: 2015-04-05 04:35 am (UTC)The soothing motion of his hand running over her back slows. Slows, not stops, and only for a second before it picks pace right back up like nothing unusual or remarkable has happened at all. But, oh, that smile on his face is human and happy and glowing and he doesn't care which furry menace spots it.]
I love you, too. [There are two sharks being their general shark selves named April roaming the Atlantic, after all.] I'm so glad you're home.
[Not back, home. There was a difference. They'd gotten their own place, forged a little life for themselves. Neither of them would ever know the other back at what would be considered their real homes. They only had here, so as long as April was around and nothing was going to hell in a handbasket?
That was home.]