Her disappointment was evident and it was heartbreaking, especially since he wanted exactly what she did. The details—the where, the when, and the how—were admittedly not ones that could be planned with ease, nor were they certain in any respect, but he would give her what she wanted when the time was right. Eventually.
"Perhaps the gossip will be long-forgotten by the time the fog dissipates," he said quietly in his best attempt to comfort her. "It isn't as if I could whisk you away to the countryside before then. You're stuck here and I don't have the power to get you out—not without getting myself in trouble."
Not wishing to make her any more upset with his comments (which, as a natural pessimist, he was prone to doing), he tilted her face up once again and pressed a kiss to her lips. He had no desire to leave once again before getting his fair share of affection, especially before putting himself in danger to accompany others on the fog expedition.
"Perhaps the gossip will be long-forgotten by the time the fog dissipates," he said quietly in his best attempt to comfort her. "It isn't as if I could whisk you away to the countryside before then. You're stuck here and I don't have the power to get you out—not without getting myself in trouble."
Not wishing to make her any more upset with his comments (which, as a natural pessimist, he was prone to doing), he tilted her face up once again and pressed a kiss to her lips. He had no desire to leave once again before getting his fair share of affection, especially before putting himself in danger to accompany others on the fog expedition.
— set by MJ! —