With a shake of his head, he dismisses the idea that there's anywhere else he needs to be. Whatever they're doing, he and Spike are shit at making plans, and if he doesn't text or show up, it won't be a complete surprise. They spend nights together, but they spend them apart, too, and neither asks the other what they've been doing.
This is beyond innocent anyway.
He's focusing on that movement, though, the press and shift he can feel just beyond Nina's skin.
"I'll stay," he says. Then, in a lower voice, to the baby, he adds, "Bealtaine airm láidre agat. Tá claonadh aireach ort. Ádh mór chun tú a charm."
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Date: 2019-01-03 04:47 pm (UTC)This is beyond innocent anyway.
He's focusing on that movement, though, the press and shift he can feel just beyond Nina's skin.
"I'll stay," he says. Then, in a lower voice, to the baby, he adds, "Bealtaine airm láidre agat. Tá claonadh aireach ort. Ádh mór chun tú a charm."