[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?
[ Home was a huge difference, and she shoves her forehead harder into his shoulder as a result. He got it. This wasn't some alternate universe one episode spin-off, wasn't some pit stop on the path of real life. It was all they had, all they got, and anything else was the back. The fake stuff. This was home.
So after a long moment she lifts her head up and tugs on his arm, looking to guide them out of the gift covered kitchen and towards that mentally promised bath. The cake and rings and snakes may just have possibly been forgotten in the...the good of the moment. ]
[A tug on his arm might as well be a cozy collar around his neck attached to plaid leash she barely has to even move to get him to obey, he reacts so immediately and hopelessly. He'd agree that this was all they got, couldn't deny the truth of it, and with the scare of what home had been made being gone forever, he couldn't help but be a little. Well. Helpless in the way that April could give him the smallest verbal or physical cue and he would answer it like a command spoken directly.
He smiles, warm and happy, following natural at this point. Though he's not content to be nothing but completely enamored and in awe of her presence and one second from getting all soppy over everything, oh no. There is some moderately proactive measure taken, Will tangling their fingers back together while he looks at her like he's completely enamored and in awe and would walk far more than 500 miles back and forth if she asked.
He likes being home, too. The mentally promised baths are a bonus, having April back safe and sound and herself is all he needs, which is why he just won't stop looking at her with that stupidly pleased face of his.]
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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.]
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Date: 2015-04-07 01:14 am (UTC)So after a long moment she lifts her head up and tugs on his arm, looking to guide them out of the gift covered kitchen and towards that mentally promised bath. The cake and rings and snakes may just have possibly been forgotten in the...the good of the moment. ]
I like being home.
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Date: 2015-04-07 01:55 am (UTC)He smiles, warm and happy, following natural at this point. Though he's not content to be nothing but completely enamored and in awe of her presence and one second from getting all soppy over everything, oh no. There is some moderately proactive measure taken, Will tangling their fingers back together while he looks at her like he's completely enamored and in awe and would walk far more than 500 miles back and forth if she asked.
He likes being home, too. The mentally promised baths are a bonus, having April back safe and sound and herself is all he needs, which is why he just won't stop looking at her with that stupidly pleased face of his.]