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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[bellabelgium]

[ Blinks, surprised at the turn around but she doesn't hesitating, just takes a moment to think. ]

In the beginning-- the very beginning... I don't think it was either. I knew then. It wasn't until we got older and things got more complicated that feelings started changing that I stopped thinking it would ever happen.

[handelaar]

Knew- ?

[He abandons the cigarette and cranes his neck enough to really look at her. Raises a brow. While he thinks he knows what she means, he wants to know before he bothers with anything else, says something foolish, or whatever.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She nods again, letting her head fall back against his shoulder and turning at an angle so she can look at him. ]

Yeah. When we were much much younger, when I first met you... I knew we were gonna be different.

[ Rolls her head back into a resting position, looking out at the dark sky. ]

I knew you were gonna be with me forever. It wasn't until we got older and things got more complicated that I really started to doubt if we would even be on speaking terms for much longer-- let alone stay as close as we were. But you never left me. Even when I left YOU, you were always there. You're the exact same as you were when we were younger. And there's no way the you back then would have left my side for anything...

[handelaar]

[Oh.

The beginning doesn't surprise him. Not really. Somewhere he'd known she felt like that, even if he's not, never was, in-touch enough with his feelings to pick them out like she can. He hadn't really met much of anyone when he first met her - no other children, definitely - he'd never stopped to think that maybe it wasn't just adrenaline from excitement and childish stubbornness and selfish wanting. But that she knew isn't surprising.

What is surprising is the rest, and that's the part that stills him, quiets him, makes him flush.]

Ah -

[Goddamn, he really hasn't changed. At least they've changed enough for him to be able to nose against her hair, near her ear, apologetic that he never can wrangle up the right words at the right time like she can.]