It’s not something he’s let himself think about often. Fantasizing about one’s future is a human sickness.
This reminder that it’s been utterly inescapable lately is enough to wring shame into the lines around his mouth, hard in his brow. That he’d ever have let himself dwell on the possibility of an early retirement spent bounty hunting off the grid with one arm and a partner in crime is as maudlin as it gets. Never mind the myriad of other romantic scenarios he’s worked out for himself with other variously unlikely prospects.
“I don’t expect to make it that far."
The words fray in his throat.
While they’re being honest, all the reserve hackled up behind his neck isn’t enough to quash a self-deprecating huff at the brush of her touch. Like a popped seam, the rest of his restraint begins to unravel loose after it; warmer breath, the spin of his tunic clinging damp at his middle when he shifts up to straddle over her.
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This reminder that it’s been utterly inescapable lately is enough to wring shame into the lines around his mouth, hard in his brow. That he’d ever have let himself dwell on the possibility of an early retirement spent bounty hunting off the grid with one arm and a partner in crime is as maudlin as it gets. Never mind the myriad of other romantic scenarios he’s worked out for himself with other variously unlikely prospects.
“I don’t expect to make it that far."
The words fray in his throat.
While they’re being honest, all the reserve hackled up behind his neck isn’t enough to quash a self-deprecating huff at the brush of her touch. Like a popped seam, the rest of his restraint begins to unravel loose after it; warmer breath, the spin of his tunic clinging damp at his middle when he shifts up to straddle over her.