“Mm, not for tonight.” He smiled against her cheek. “The museums and so forth are closed by now, but we could take a walk. Pick out some places to go tomorrow. I like the idea of dinner with a view, though.”
A shared meal had become a kind of intimacy between them, a moment for both of them to slow down and be together. Though the nature of his work (and her morgue shifts) meant they didn’t always have a consistent routine, he now looked forward to the time they spent across a table or curled on the sofa—quiet oases for his consistently-rattling brain. By now he had a small reservoir of these moments in his mind palace to dip into whenever he needed to reach for a few seconds of calm.
“Shall I get us a menu, or did you spot a place in the guides you’d rather visit tonight?”
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Date: 2019-01-15 03:44 am (UTC)A shared meal had become a kind of intimacy between them, a moment for both of them to slow down and be together. Though the nature of his work (and her morgue shifts) meant they didn’t always have a consistent routine, he now looked forward to the time they spent across a table or curled on the sofa—quiet oases for his consistently-rattling brain. By now he had a small reservoir of these moments in his mind palace to dip into whenever he needed to reach for a few seconds of calm.
“Shall I get us a menu, or did you spot a place in the guides you’d rather visit tonight?”