[Huh. It is, isn't it? Summer's about gone and it's almost September again. It isn't quite as humid, and the heat is finally receding and bowing to cooler weather. Sometimes he forgets it's August until he stares at the calendar and remembers (frowning) that he still has to get up for classes the next morning.
That isn't something he's been used to worrying about.
A smile tugs at his lips, and it manages to stay for longer than the thought that had created it.]
Almost.
[Give it another couple weeks. September 1st. He hadn't thought he'd be around for a year. Now he has good watch to count the minutes by.
He gently threads his fingers around hers—difficult with the watch in the in-between, but he's not inclined to pull away. Or do much moving really. He's always liked it here.]
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That isn't something he's been used to worrying about.
A smile tugs at his lips, and it manages to stay for longer than the thought that had created it.]
Almost.
[Give it another couple weeks. September 1st. He hadn't thought he'd be around for a year. Now he has good watch to count the minutes by.
He gently threads his fingers around hers—difficult with the watch in the in-between, but he's not inclined to pull away. Or do much moving really. He's always liked it here.]
Not gonna drag me back to the dorm now, are you?