She can't come up with the right words for this; so she just beams back at him, her chin lifted and her smile wide. The warmth of this moment would be enough on its own to get her through the night. She leans her head against his shoulder, looking out into the night. Forever might be too much to promise, but she'll give it to him if she can.
Don't you ever just want to stop? Get out of the damn car? She remembers asking him that, once, staring into the abyssal darkness of the desert. Even then she'd been tentatively trying to draw up a future around the idea of them, finding it at odds with her notion of a normal life-- a laughable thing, to think back on. As though normal had ever had much meaning for them.
She lets the silence linger contentedly for a while before she draws a breath, pats his leg.
"Maybe we should start by watching that movie?"
Maybe she'll even stay awake for it. But if not-- they can always try again tomorrow. As many times as it takes. That's not a promise, exactly; but it comes close.
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Don't you ever just want to stop? Get out of the damn car? She remembers asking him that, once, staring into the abyssal darkness of the desert. Even then she'd been tentatively trying to draw up a future around the idea of them, finding it at odds with her notion of a normal life-- a laughable thing, to think back on. As though normal had ever had much meaning for them.
She lets the silence linger contentedly for a while before she draws a breath, pats his leg.
"Maybe we should start by watching that movie?"
Maybe she'll even stay awake for it. But if not-- they can always try again tomorrow. As many times as it takes. That's not a promise, exactly; but it comes close.