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Slowly does his gaze divert from their contactโ€”; choosing to stare at the scenery blurring in their movement, though he doesnโ€™t speak yet. Instead, heโ€™s quietly contemplating on what choice he should make.

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Itโ€™s after feeling the subtle movement of her thumb that he finally responds; his gaze turning to meet hers, his helm tilting slightly. โ€œ. . . Maybe when we get there. I know it isnโ€™t. . . Forbidden anymore. . . Itโ€™s simply just. . . New.โ€

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Slowly following her down the ramp, heโ€™d glance around for a moment. Taking in the unfettered sights before moving to her side. โ€œ. . . Itโ€™s beautiful here.โ€ His words were quiet, though he knew this would likely be the best location to shake his tension.

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โ€œIโ€™m not worried about being attacked. . .โ€ He pauses for a moment, his stance shifting so he could better support her if she so chose to lean. โ€œ. . . Iโ€™m. . . Worried about relaxingโ€”, about losing my edge. . .โ€

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A hum of thought escapes, though he offers a small nod. At least that would keep him activeโ€”, though heโ€™s not too sure what to do while heโ€™s idle. โ€œ. . . Sounds like a plan.โ€

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Following behind her; he ponders her question before shaking his head, though he does peer past her to view the inside of the home. โ€œ. . . No, no. I donโ€™t need any special treatment.โ€

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A curt nod is givenโ€”; hands slowly rising to remove the helm from his head before settling in on the countertop, his eyes blinking briefly to adjust. โ€œLead the wayโ€”, Iโ€™m right behind you.โ€

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Feeling the slight touch; his hand turns over, palm facing upwards now. Offering itself to her. The silence between them was appreciated; giving them ample time to enjoy the quiet sounds of their surroundings, giving them a chance to relax.

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With her hand pressing into his; the males fingers spread, opting to grip hold of her hand. He can feel his tension fading and washing awayโ€”, though an eye does peek open. Just to steal a brief glance at the woman by his side.

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Basked in warm sunlight, and the warmth of good company? He has half a mind to simply drift off under the sun. Instead he opts to relax; sprawled out across the grass, simply letting his mind wander to aimless thoughts.

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Another quick peek is made, the male turning his head to cast a glance her way. The slightest of smiles beginning to form as he lets his thumb gently brush against her knuckles before he turns his gaze back toward the sky.

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Upon seeing her smile and feeling the subtle squeeze of her hand, his smile grows just a bit wider. Though he slowly releases her handโ€”, opting to rise to his feet. The males hands remove his undersuit so he could slip into the water.

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Striding into the water; he turns his gaze back toward her before letting his shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug, a smile forming. โ€œ. . . Mhm, we did say weโ€™d swim.โ€