Date: 2006-12-23 09:19 pm (UTC)
not_that_spike: (for Beth only)
The only times he's ever been in places like this was when they belonged to rich people. Even the places he lived when he was little weren't this nice. It's almost like his parents were afraid to get comfortable anywhere, knowing their only kid would fuck things up again and they'd just have to move again. So it's not his fault, he thinks, if he can't quite believe this is theirs or that it's real.

He doesn't tell Beth any of this, though. Instead, he savors the feel of her hand on his collar, which he can feel vibrating right through his clothes, tightening his hand on her waist just a fraction.

'I think I've never met anyone like you, Beth. I think I've never been so lucky my whole damn life. I think I'm surprised Junior's not crying in there. I think you're beautiful. I think I'm in love. I think you're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I think the bed is... great. I think the whole place is great."

He also thinks it would be meaningless without her and the baby.

"And I think I need just a few minutes here with you, and then I'll bring more shit over. Or we can unpack what we have so far and then get more." He knows he doesn't want to live out of boxes; that's no fun.

"I also think we should try out that bathtub later on. It looks perfect for a two-person bubble bath. Just... don't tell all the tough guys out there I suggested it. They'll kick me out of the club." Secretly, he bets every single guy who ever wielded a gun out of necessity takes time out for small luxuries.

It's just that they don't talk about it.
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