Loxley is resilient. [ Daisies quested for in the wilds, got it. He makes a mental note, sky writing it out there somewhere in the haze where the sea meets the rain. ] And open-minded. [ Like, very. ]
You flatter me, [ he adds dryly on his own behalf, forced to zero back in on her from the cover of his own hood. ]
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You flatter me, [ he adds dryly on his own behalf, forced to zero back in on her from the cover of his own hood. ]
It’s been a long winter.