[And she does know him well. Certainly well enough to know what to look for in the little nuances of his inflection and his word choices — the lazy way the questioning part of his questions seems to slide off of the end of his sentences; the way his thoughts grow shorter and more clipped, sometimes missing words here and there that these days she never has any difficulty with filling in.
(In his best moments, Dave's spoken word looks precisely the way his bold red text does. It's one of the things that made adapting to the notion of texting come to her as easily as it did — the fact that she could look at the words in front of her, and know exactly how his voice would sound if he were saying them to her instead.)
Dave on guard versus Dave relaxed isn't a matter of hard versus soft, so much. No, if she had to try to put it into words, she'd sooner say that when Dave relaxes, it's like watching color run a little bit at the edges, like a candle melting from the proximity of light and heat, still put-together but a little easier to leave fingerprints in than before.]
But yes. You're terribly easy to persuade. Why, I rather almost think you'd give me anything I could ever ask for, if only I asked for it like this. As though I could wish for the moon and you'd pull it down from the sky to present it to me.
[One of her hands skims down from his hair, tracing over his shoulder to rest against his heart.]
Really, I rather almost think I could wish for the last brownie in the pan and you'd let me have it without a fuss, when you're like this.
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[And she does know him well. Certainly well enough to know what to look for in the little nuances of his inflection and his word choices — the lazy way the questioning part of his questions seems to slide off of the end of his sentences; the way his thoughts grow shorter and more clipped, sometimes missing words here and there that these days she never has any difficulty with filling in.
(In his best moments, Dave's spoken word looks precisely the way his bold red text does. It's one of the things that made adapting to the notion of texting come to her as easily as it did — the fact that she could look at the words in front of her, and know exactly how his voice would sound if he were saying them to her instead.)
Dave on guard versus Dave relaxed isn't a matter of hard versus soft, so much. No, if she had to try to put it into words, she'd sooner say that when Dave relaxes, it's like watching color run a little bit at the edges, like a candle melting from the proximity of light and heat, still put-together but a little easier to leave fingerprints in than before.]
But yes. You're terribly easy to persuade. Why, I rather almost think you'd give me anything I could ever ask for, if only I asked for it like this. As though I could wish for the moon and you'd pull it down from the sky to present it to me.
[One of her hands skims down from his hair, tracing over his shoulder to rest against his heart.]
Really, I rather almost think I could wish for the last brownie in the pan and you'd let me have it without a fuss, when you're like this.