Conall returned the smile as cheerfully as he could, glad to hear she was happy. She hardly had to say it; it was clear on her face. “I see that,” he assured her, the teasing tone leaking out as he ambled in to ruffle her hair in a way he hadn’t done since she was small. She could protest, if she liked. He fancied he needed it.
(What he needed was Nola to be here, to see tomorrow.)
“I don’t care how fast it came on, as long as you don’t regret it tomorrow,” he returned, still joking but also hoping her head was clear under all that clear happiness. Probably for the best that it had come on so suddenly: by the time he sorted out his emotions the wedding would be long gone. His eyes drifted to the shirt in her hands; see, she was already almost finished packing up her things. The room looked smaller and sadder without them. “You don’t need help folding, do you?”
He was really quite bad at folding.
(What he needed was Nola to be here, to see tomorrow.)
“I don’t care how fast it came on, as long as you don’t regret it tomorrow,” he returned, still joking but also hoping her head was clear under all that clear happiness. Probably for the best that it had come on so suddenly: by the time he sorted out his emotions the wedding would be long gone. His eyes drifted to the shirt in her hands; see, she was already almost finished packing up her things. The room looked smaller and sadder without them. “You don’t need help folding, do you?”
He was really quite bad at folding.
