"If we ever do," he says, making a quiet, contented sound when she kisses him. Standing here with her, it seems like far more of a possibility that he will. That they will, in this place and thanks to each other. It might not be the former glory it could have been back home, the Gilded Age splendor of when it was new and fresh, flush with the first infusion of what would become the Arlington fortune, but it'll be theirs to treasure.
"I'd have worked on it alone," he says, "but I'm genuinely glad I don't have to." It's easy then to turn, to press forward and kiss her more fully.
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Date: 2020-07-27 03:45 pm (UTC)"I'd have worked on it alone," he says, "but I'm genuinely glad I don't have to." It's easy then to turn, to press forward and kiss her more fully.