[When she pulls away he thinks he's done something wrong, worries that he has pushed too far, until she speaks, and he hears her name. Marian. It surprises him a little, to know that she does have a first name- and of course she does, but he has gotten so used to calling her by her last, he never thought to call her anything more than that. It is a sign of utmost trust, a moment in which he realizes that for them, this is a turning point. A moment in time where they cannot go back, cannot be the same people that left the ship and went home, thinking they would never see each other again.
His eyes darken in intrigue as she continues, the suggestion of moving to her quarters perhaps something he takes a small pleasure in, and he squeezes her hand gently, smile on his face.]
Lead the way, Marian.
[There is a desire that has been there from when they first touched, or perhaps even before that. He doesn't know. What he does know is that in this moment and the ones proceeding now, he will gladly take her as she is. Faults, flaws, imprefections and all. For that is what makes her beautiful.]
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His eyes darken in intrigue as she continues, the suggestion of moving to her quarters perhaps something he takes a small pleasure in, and he squeezes her hand gently, smile on his face.]
Lead the way, Marian.
[There is a desire that has been there from when they first touched, or perhaps even before that. He doesn't know. What he does know is that in this moment and the ones proceeding now, he will gladly take her as she is. Faults, flaws, imprefections and all. For that is what makes her beautiful.]