Redtail Rise the right side of my neck still smells like you

Her humor earns her a thoughtful look from him. Amber eyes study her face for any obvious emotion, but she veers away from the topic swiftly. He can't decide whether he wants to know her past; it matters, yet at the same time, not at all. It depends on the path she chooses, it wasn't apt for him to interfere with that.

Sun would be nice, He muses. The boy didn't so much care for the beach, but rather for the company. Though I think there's still saltwater lodged in my ears from our swim.

As for her question,

Yeah, well, it's actually my sister and her brood. He explains simply. It's complicated.

He'll tell her more if she presses; for now, he redirects away from family trauma.

Are you staying the night or do you have places to be?