[PAST] Breaking Your Resolve — Like a Siren in the Deep

Nairn grinned, as she tugged her fingers through his hair, ponytail loose and falling out. Gonna c'm'in the door always, he mused, lazily playing with her hair. What's my first? Idea, she'd said staying was his second best idea.

'm not drunk enough to forget, he grumbled, as she teased him. He adjusted how he was on the couch, moving to sit properly rather than be sprawled under her.

Mmmm, you taste good. How I 'magined. It's said so offhandedly, that for a second he's not realized he spoke out loud, and it's clear when the realization hits, because he flushes. He didn't know it, but he had a history of complimenting the healer when blood loss left him forgetful.

@Megara Fern