He shifts onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "The boys and me-" he starts, then hesitates and starts again, "Some of 'em came with me cuz they had no where else to go, I think. Some of 'em just wanted somethin' to do. But me? I wanted somethin' better. Not just scrapin' by, diggin' our lives from the dirt. Givin' a lady glass beads is a start."
"Sounds good," she agrees. There's something novel to this, cuddled up to sleep, something she hasn't done since winter in Boston, when the heat was cut. She closes her eyes, pressing her lips to his shoulder. "I'm a light sleeper anyway."
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"Yeah, I figured. Livin' like you do, having somethin' pretty just for the havin' must be rare." He trails fingers lightly along her back.
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He shifts onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "The boys and me-" he starts, then hesitates and starts again, "Some of 'em came with me cuz they had no where else to go, I think. Some of 'em just wanted somethin' to do. But me? I wanted somethin' better. Not just scrapin' by, diggin' our lives from the dirt. Givin' a lady glass beads is a start."
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“You’re a good man,” she says, quietly.
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"You sure you need shit from your cabin tonight?" is what he asks instead, loathe for her to leave, though he's exhausted.
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“No, I’m fine,” she decides.
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Logistics. Quiet bit of domesticity for the sake of convenience. But he still holds her a little tighter, letting his eyes close.
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