( her brows furrow a bit as she stares at him. there's something so different about the way he presents himself, so much more casual and comfortable, not to mention the way his accent seems to have mellowed out overnight. plus, you know, texting. as if this is a version of him that doesn't exist from the wild west. weird. )
I like it. ( a contemplative sip of her milkshake, and caroline reaches out, a hand brushing over the fabric over his chest. ) So when did you learn how to text, huh?
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I like it. ( a contemplative sip of her milkshake, and caroline reaches out, a hand brushing over the fabric over his chest. ) So when did you learn how to text, huh?