No moment ruined. Not really. Because at the end of every moment, they're still sitting next to each other, just like this. This moment, the next moment, all the moments after this.
Her own fingers catch at the spoon, lift a scoop of ice cream toward him. "Trade you."
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Date: 2012-10-29 12:18 pm (UTC)Her own fingers catch at the spoon, lift a scoop of ice cream toward him. "Trade you."
And open goes her mouth, expectant and trusting.