His life did sound exciting to Molly. She'd always loved Karin's stories from before she'd gotten involved with Harry and magic and everything that went with it. And helping Harry with his investigations was always a thrill. Will helped people, even if it was after the fact. He provided closure and justice for the victims and that was honourable, if nothing else. And on top of that, he had to deal with the way his gifted mind worked. It must have been nearly impossible, but he'd done it anyway.
When he started talking about the consulting work for the FBI, the tone of his feelings changed. There was something slightly bitter colouring his words, maybe a little remorse too and Molly frowned. She would ask him about that, but not tonight. If he'd wanted to tell her, he would have. And it probably wasn't restaurant conversation.
In fact, she was starting to wonder if anything they were saying was truly appropriate here. Not that she cared - she just wanted them to be free to say these things without any holding back. They'd both been waiting for this, built it up in their minds and maybe it had been too much. She watched him now, anxious and holding on to her and all she wanted to do was slide into his lap and fold herself into him.
She made a decision and took a breath.
"Will...Can I ask you something?" She said, leaning towards him and not caring about the women still tutting her ear. "Would you be offended if I said that I really wanted to get out of here? Don't get me wrong, it's lovely and I really appreciate the gesture, but...I'd really rather be eating a burger and walking along the boardwalk alone with you." Even though they could stay here and still enjoy themselves just because they were together, Molly really wanted to just get out of this stuffy, oppressively rigid environment and finally relax and be close to Will the way she wanted. And she thought, hoped, that Will wanted the same.
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Date: 2015-12-16 10:28 pm (UTC)When he started talking about the consulting work for the FBI, the tone of his feelings changed. There was something slightly bitter colouring his words, maybe a little remorse too and Molly frowned. She would ask him about that, but not tonight. If he'd wanted to tell her, he would have. And it probably wasn't restaurant conversation.
In fact, she was starting to wonder if anything they were saying was truly appropriate here. Not that she cared - she just wanted them to be free to say these things without any holding back. They'd both been waiting for this, built it up in their minds and maybe it had been too much. She watched him now, anxious and holding on to her and all she wanted to do was slide into his lap and fold herself into him.
She made a decision and took a breath.
"Will...Can I ask you something?" She said, leaning towards him and not caring about the women still tutting her ear. "Would you be offended if I said that I really wanted to get out of here? Don't get me wrong, it's lovely and I really appreciate the gesture, but...I'd really rather be eating a burger and walking along the boardwalk alone with you." Even though they could stay here and still enjoy themselves just because they were together, Molly really wanted to just get out of this stuffy, oppressively rigid environment and finally relax and be close to Will the way she wanted. And she thought, hoped, that Will wanted the same.