By the Lake
It's a really nice night outside on the asteroid at the end of things, and for a minute as they walk hand in hand, Spike wonders why they can't see out here what they see through the viewing window inside the bar. But really, he doesn't care: this is a hell of a lot nicer.
Beth, you make me feel like a kid, lucky to first be in love. I get pretty damn happy whenever you're around.
He ought to tell her. He ought to tell her those things, but he bets she knows, and he tucks those private thoughts away to share with her later, when there's nobody else around but the two of them.
Something in the lake splashes, but it's dark and he's not going to tempt fate by jumping in there tonight. He lets go of Beth's hand in favor of resting his arm around her waist and he thinks they're kind of a perfect fit, the two of them.
"Hey. When we go to Mars, we're definitely making s'mores for Laughing Bull."
Beth, you make me feel like a kid, lucky to first be in love. I get pretty damn happy whenever you're around.
He ought to tell her. He ought to tell her those things, but he bets she knows, and he tucks those private thoughts away to share with her later, when there's nobody else around but the two of them.
Something in the lake splashes, but it's dark and he's not going to tempt fate by jumping in there tonight. He lets go of Beth's hand in favor of resting his arm around her waist and he thinks they're kind of a perfect fit, the two of them.
"Hey. When we go to Mars, we're definitely making s'mores for Laughing Bull."