[ he can't help the small thrill that chases up the back of his neck when she says that. I like belonging to you. he turns to look at her, his eyes briefly searching over the marks across her neck.
he knows what she's trying to get across—that she knows there's no insecurity over their relationship, that they both know there's no real threat of the other leaving. it's pure want, the idea of showing off what's obviously their own. if something were to happen, they would talk about it openly. they're happy with each other, and they know how lucky they are. (boothill especially.)
at the mention of camille, though, he deflates a little. ]
The fact that she had to show up at a time like that...
no subject
he knows what she's trying to get across—that she knows there's no insecurity over their relationship, that they both know there's no real threat of the other leaving. it's pure want, the idea of showing off what's obviously their own. if something were to happen, they would talk about it openly. they're happy with each other, and they know how lucky they are. (boothill especially.)
at the mention of camille, though, he deflates a little. ]
The fact that she had to show up at a time like that...
[ he shakes his head. ]
I gotta apologize to her later. That poor woman.