[ Rey softly shuts the door behind Buck. It finally dawns on her that he has items in his hands, she was listening, preparing to offer to take said items off his hands but she falters.
Flowers. He brought her flowers. The last person to give her flowers was Finn when she graduated Uni years ago. Right, she needed to answer him. ]
Yeah, I recall it being talked about during English class as it helped carry themes and such. [ Slow down, Rey. No need to say everything on her mind.
She closed the gap between them, first taking the tiramisu to set on the kitchen counter and then gingerly took the bouquet from him. Her eyes looked over the flowers he selected, wracking her brain for the meaning behind the selections. She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. ]
These are beautiful, Evan. Thank you. [Rey whispered? Looking up from the flowers to him. She switched to his given name whenever they were on a serious or heartfelt topic. It felt natural to call him either name.
She bridged the gap between them, holding the flowers in one hand, and wrapping her arm around his waist for a hug. ]
I really like them, thank you again. [Rey murmured, pressing her face into his shoulder to try and hide any tears that fell. She didn’t like crying, but they were happy tears. She would have to figure out a way to preserve some of the flowers. A way to remember their lovely weekend.
Rey pressed a kiss to Buck’s cheek and lingered at his side.]
I’m glad you were able to leave on time. If you were late, it would’ve been fine—as long as you were okay. [That was one of the fears she sort of lived with in dating Buck—if in running towards danger, if he would come out in the other side unscathed.
Slowly, she was getting used to it. Hopefully nothing bad would happen to him or the 118. ]
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Flowers. He brought her flowers. The last person to give her flowers was Finn when she graduated Uni years ago. Right, she needed to answer him. ]
Yeah, I recall it being talked about during English class as it helped carry themes and such. [ Slow down, Rey. No need to say everything on her mind.
She closed the gap between them, first taking the tiramisu to set on the kitchen counter and then gingerly took the bouquet from him. Her eyes looked over the flowers he selected, wracking her brain for the meaning behind the selections. She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. ]
These are beautiful, Evan. Thank you. [Rey whispered? Looking up from the flowers to him. She switched to his given name whenever they were on a serious or heartfelt topic. It felt natural to call him either name.
She bridged the gap between them, holding the flowers in one hand, and wrapping her arm around his waist for a hug. ]
I really like them, thank you again. [Rey murmured, pressing her face into his shoulder to try and hide any tears that fell. She didn’t like crying, but they were happy tears. She would have to figure out a way to preserve some of the flowers. A way to remember their lovely weekend.
Rey pressed a kiss to Buck’s cheek and lingered at his side.]
I’m glad you were able to leave on time. If you were late, it would’ve been fine—as long as you were okay. [That was one of the fears she sort of lived with in dating Buck—if in running towards danger, if he would come out in the other side unscathed.
Slowly, she was getting used to it. Hopefully nothing bad would happen to him or the 118. ]