"I don't know," he answered, leaning across the table to grab a muffin of his own. He pushed his thumbs into it, ignoring the fact that it was still hot inside, and pried it apart with passing viciousness, setting it down on his plate when he finished so he could reach for the knife and butter. "Maybe we should go out or something. Take a walk on the beach."
It was still cold, true, but he'd never said anything about going near the water.
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Date: 2011-04-26 11:35 pm (UTC)It was still cold, true, but he'd never said anything about going near the water.