[ She stops yet again when he does, turning to face him when she feels him tugging on her hand. Before she knows it, his chest is in her face again and he's hugging her to him with one arm, blanketing her in warmth and the dark smell of booze, dogs and assorted gunstuff.
By now, she's committed to indulging him. She'd slam the brakes on anything he might seriously regret, but she sees no harm in allowing him to be a little sleepy and goofy for an evening. It's cute. She wouldn't have guessed that he'd be such an affectionate drunk.
She can feel the simple warm sentiment of his hand on her back and his face in her hair. She answers readily enough, a smile blossoming on her face as her own free hand rises to the small of his back and she melts comfortably into him. It's obscene how familiar she is with being held by him now, and worse, how much she welcomes it. It becomes easy to shut off her troubles this way. For a moment, she only has to concern herself with the way she fits under his head and how he feels warm and solid and safe.
Maybe he's needed a non-sexy hug, and hell, she's needed one too. She's content to linger like that for a few heartbeats longer than strictly necessary before loosening her hold on him. Only to reach up to his cheek to hold him in place so that she can tiptoe up and kiss him on the other cheek. It's an equally chaste affair, come and gone on a fond impulse, though her smile remains as she steps back from him. ]
Alright, fuzz boy. If you get any cozier, you'll be passing out on the street. Let's get you home.
[ Meanwhile, Albert has successfully peed on the fire hydrant and he trots up to Eustace with his tongue out and stubby tail wagging proudly. Marie follows more demurely, her pointy snout poking at the ground for some mysterious scent. ]
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By now, she's committed to indulging him. She'd slam the brakes on anything he might seriously regret, but she sees no harm in allowing him to be a little sleepy and goofy for an evening. It's cute. She wouldn't have guessed that he'd be such an affectionate drunk.
She can feel the simple warm sentiment of his hand on her back and his face in her hair. She answers readily enough, a smile blossoming on her face as her own free hand rises to the small of his back and she melts comfortably into him. It's obscene how familiar she is with being held by him now, and worse, how much she welcomes it. It becomes easy to shut off her troubles this way. For a moment, she only has to concern herself with the way she fits under his head and how he feels warm and solid and safe.
Maybe he's needed a non-sexy hug, and hell, she's needed one too. She's content to linger like that for a few heartbeats longer than strictly necessary before loosening her hold on him. Only to reach up to his cheek to hold him in place so that she can tiptoe up and kiss him on the other cheek. It's an equally chaste affair, come and gone on a fond impulse, though her smile remains as she steps back from him. ]
Alright, fuzz boy. If you get any cozier, you'll be passing out on the street. Let's get you home.
[ Meanwhile, Albert has successfully peed on the fire hydrant and he trots up to Eustace with his tongue out and stubby tail wagging proudly. Marie follows more demurely, her pointy snout poking at the ground for some mysterious scent. ]