That depends -- who might that be? [ he squeezes her hand and watches the last tendrils of the sun disappear, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
as always, there were a wealth of stories he could tell, but he'd rather remain in this moment, with her. going back meant remembering; it meant feeling all sorts of things he had tried to put behind him.
as much as spike loved spinning a good yarn, for now all there was for him was this. ]
i know im sorry :<
as always, there were a wealth of stories he could tell, but he'd rather remain in this moment, with her. going back meant remembering; it meant feeling all sorts of things he had tried to put behind him.
as much as spike loved spinning a good yarn, for now all there was for him was this. ]