for the rest of us death will be a relief

[praevaricatio]

Comments

[undermyfeet]

You did. But I think you also underestimate how much I basically want you here all the time.

[He flashes her a grin as he takes another bite of the red velvet.]

So if we can make it work, I'm in. You can probably just move right into my house unless you want to live at Oxford.

[bibrid]

Um. No. I would love to move into your house.

( She grins through it. )

With you in your house.

[undermyfeet]

Yeah.

[It'll be nice to make new memories there. To clear out the ones of the people he's missing and make it feel a little less empty. A little less alone.]

It'll be nice to have you there.

[bibrid]

It'll be nice to be there. Provided I transfer to Oxford, get accepted, and ignore my impostor syndrome.

( Her mental health still has its' moments. )

Wait. You love me. Too.

[undermyfeet]

Yeah.

[You didn't think that he missed that, did you?]

I'm assuming that's not a problem since you said it first.

[He's mostly teasing her at this point, she is free to give him a look for it.]

[bibrid]

No, it's - no. Bairre! He loves me!

( She takes another healthy bite, finishing off the red velvet. )

This is a really good day.

[undermyfeet]

[Bairre gives her a "congratulations" from behind the counter and shakes his head. Ah, young love.

Danny grins back at her.]

Good. Is it a quit while we're ahead kind of day, or are we still hitting up your itinerary?

[bibrid]

Itinerary.

( Who do you think she is? )

With more gushing and planning. But first. The rest of these desserts. And maybe finding a drink somewhere. Or somewhere private, drink, itinerary.

[undermyfeet]

You got it.

[And they will finish off their treats and head out to do just that.]