Stone Circle Fallen like hundred year old trees missed your body

wrapping this one here!

How 'bout, a mischievous smirk curls the corner of his lip. not the mountains, but not not the mountains? Our own little valley somewhere. A holler. That way both of us can be happy.
He can see it now in his head; the verdant green treeline sweeping up over their heads, a creek running right through the heart of it; sunrays gleaming in early morning and fog covering the mountaintops when it rains. And they'd do it together.
He didn't have to be alone anymore.
We'll find someplace special. We'll-- we'll recuperate here, get some rest, think about it, and then go out gettin' lost, yeah? she lingers close and he mirrors it, one hefty paw reaching for the gentleness of her own. You're stuck with me now, Rev'. Ain't no shitty ex-husband here.