[He doesn't answer her, just continues to watch her with that mild look but yes. Apparently in the eight hours they've been together she's figured out enough about him to realize that he would have insisted.
Nicely she doesn't make him and so he falls into step next to her, long legs easily covering the distance before shortening his stride to match her. His hands slide in his jacket pockets and while he's well aware of her presence at his side, his eyes are up and taking in the scenery, looking for all the world as if he's got the rest of the night and nothing to do during it. His voice is low to match the quiet of the night and the moonlight.]
I know I'm going to hate it by the end of winter but snowy nights always feel just a little magic to me.
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Nicely she doesn't make him and so he falls into step next to her, long legs easily covering the distance before shortening his stride to match her. His hands slide in his jacket pockets and while he's well aware of her presence at his side, his eyes are up and taking in the scenery, looking for all the world as if he's got the rest of the night and nothing to do during it. His voice is low to match the quiet of the night and the moonlight.]
I know I'm going to hate it by the end of winter but snowy nights always feel just a little magic to me.