[ he presses a kiss to the back of her hand, a twinkle in his eye before he releases it. ]
I'm glad. I hate eating alone.
[ lie, he didn't care one way or another for company. It was simply, quite often, a necessity. But then he's easing himself down the tree, bending his knees to take the burden of his weight as he falls the last few feet. and then he's spinning and holding up his arms, carefree and light and full of (apparent) life. ]
Here, jump! I'll catch you, I promise.
[ and his smile is so full of trust, how could she doubt him? And it won't do him a single bit of good to miss. ]
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I'm glad. I hate eating alone.
[ lie, he didn't care one way or another for company. It was simply, quite often, a necessity. But then he's easing himself down the tree, bending his knees to take the burden of his weight as he falls the last few feet. and then he's spinning and holding up his arms, carefree and light and full of (apparent) life. ]
Here, jump! I'll catch you, I promise.
[ and his smile is so full of trust, how could she doubt him? And it won't do him a single bit of good to miss. ]