( the tug is enough to draw him over β to have both knees end up on the bed right before he drops down to it, fingers sliding their way through diana's and pulling her down with him. almost into him. he's quiet as his back hits the bed β as whatever's left of that fruit and granola bar is lost somewhere there on the bed and, instead, looks to her with that softness there in those blue eyes of his. just staring. watching. barely hearing the soft mumbles from the television going on behind them. )
If we end up stuck here... if this ends up being a one-way trip. I'll help you find Themyscira. If it's here.
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If we end up stuck here... if this ends up being a one-way trip. I'll help you find Themyscira. If it's here.