[ Shit, this is too real. Pyrrha feels like she might end up a puddle on the floor, and she's grateful they're seated - tipsy plus weak-kneed is never a good combination.
She smiles, linking their hands more surely and running her fingers over his.
Part of her wants to tell him she'll always be here for him, but she bites it back - in her state, it takes considerably more effort to not say the thing than it would otherwise - because the last thing she wants is for him to remember her for her mistruths.
She simply says, ] I'd... like to make one more stop after dinner. Is that alright?
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She smiles, linking their hands more surely and running her fingers over his.
Part of her wants to tell him she'll always be here for him, but she bites it back - in her state, it takes considerably more effort to not say the thing than it would otherwise - because the last thing she wants is for him to remember her for her mistruths.
She simply says, ] I'd... like to make one more stop after dinner. Is that alright?