"How do you know about that?" she asks with a laugh when he brings up the PSA announcements, abandoning her chair to sit next to him on the couch. Half an hour ago she'd have been overthinking it, wondering if she might be invading his space too much or asking things she shouldn't, but now there's a pleasant buzz in her head that makes her feel... cheerful. Really cheerful.
He didn't ask, but she tells him about the time they filmed them, how she'd had to do a segment about ten times over because she couldn't keep a straight face. The memory feels happier than she thought it would be, considering how that particular engagement had given her flashbacks of the USO tours. "You should've been there," she ends up saying instead, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder. "They'd have thrown us out because you'd keep commenting how silly I look and I'd get nothing done."
It's nice. To feel some semblance of... before. When life was hard, but they had each other.
The game continues. At one point she blurts out, "Never have I ever jumped off a plane without a parachute," only to remember that she had done that too, and she almost chokes on her drink because they're laughing while she does and he's reminding her how stupid it had been of her to.
Shifting so she's resting an arm on top of the couch with her legs pulled up and tucked under her, she proclaims, "Never have I ever been on a date," with the smug certainty of someone who had been the unfortunate third wheel all her life. When it looks like he's about to deny it, she wags a finger playfully at him. "Don't, pal. I remember them all." For a moment, a strange expression crosses her face. Then her grin returns, and she starts ticking off names. "Dolores. Bonnie. Connie. You even asked Peggy out, but she was smart and knew she was too good for you, man."
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He didn't ask, but she tells him about the time they filmed them, how she'd had to do a segment about ten times over because she couldn't keep a straight face. The memory feels happier than she thought it would be, considering how that particular engagement had given her flashbacks of the USO tours. "You should've been there," she ends up saying instead, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder. "They'd have thrown us out because you'd keep commenting how silly I look and I'd get nothing done."
It's nice. To feel some semblance of... before. When life was hard, but they had each other.
The game continues. At one point she blurts out, "Never have I ever jumped off a plane without a parachute," only to remember that she had done that too, and she almost chokes on her drink because they're laughing while she does and he's reminding her how stupid it had been of her to.
Shifting so she's resting an arm on top of the couch with her legs pulled up and tucked under her, she proclaims, "Never have I ever been on a date," with the smug certainty of someone who had been the unfortunate third wheel all her life. When it looks like he's about to deny it, she wags a finger playfully at him. "Don't, pal. I remember them all." For a moment, a strange expression crosses her face. Then her grin returns, and she starts ticking off names. "Dolores. Bonnie. Connie. You even asked Peggy out, but she was smart and knew she was too good for you, man."