"Canada?" he scoffs with a laugh, then reaches into the truck bed to retrieve his duffel bag he'd tossed in there, planning on heading straight out. With that plan now cancelled, he might as well unpack again. Eventually. "Why on earth would I run away to Canada? Not nearly enough nude beaches and fruity drinks up there."
It's easy to keep that part of it light as he slings his duffel up and over one shoulder, bracing it easily. Then he holds his free hand out to her, still and patient, in invitation. Leaving it up to her if she wanted to come.
"Well. If you like. I've got a perfectly comfortable boat nearby. Can open a bottle, order some take-out, anything you like."
"Closer than Mexico if you're looking to disappear," she reasons with a careful smile, "and you could always catch a flight out."
It was one thing to be hiding from the cops, another entirely to be hiding from your friends who happen to be incredibly determined and have the police department's resources available to them. Don't think you wouldn't have eventually been found if you had gone, Hawley-- although if that had been the case, Abbie imagines that catching up wouldn't have been quite as friendly as it was now.
She watches him retrieve his bag with interest, feeling tension ease out of her, like seeing it was enough to finally convince her that he was for real, that he was staying at least a little longer. She follows his gaze out towards the boat, thoughtful, then takes the offered hand after a moment's hesitation, her own grip warm and firm and far more solid than she would have expected, all things considered.
"You inviting me back to your place?" she asks, amused. "Wasn't sure the Chinese place delivered to boats."
"Course they do. All the delivery places do. I tip nice," he quips with an easy grin as he twines his fingers with hers and gives a light tug, heading down towards the docks and his boat. "And yes, yes I am. The really astonishing part is that you just agreed to come along. It's not like I haven't invited you back before."
He lets the disappearing comment go for now. It's not something he wants to discuss with her - not to let it ruin the mood of the moment, but he also has his ways. Ways learned from Camille all those years ago. There's a reason he stays off-grid. He's not so easy to track down, especially by the police. If people want to find him, they usually have to resort to... less civilized means. In which case, Jenny would have a hell lot more luck tracking him down than most of Abbie's resources could manage.
Not that he's going to enlighten her to that fact. Just in case.
"I don't think it would be the first time I'd surprised you," she responds coolly, calm despite the warm and promising feeling of their fingers being laced together, a show of affection so small and so insignificant to some, and yet to her it seemed more intimate than perhaps it should-- although considering who was on the other end, maybe it made sense. Hawley had never seemed like the hand-holding type.
"I reserve the right to change my mind."
But she smiles, and that says a lot. It says that she won't.
"Abbie, you end up surprising me every time I turn around, it seems," he chuckles, glancing down before looking over at her again, a fondness in his eyes as he led her down towards the boat. His fingers fidgeted with the strap of his duffel, the other hand holding hers in a warm grip. "I've never met anyone I had so much trouble predicting as you."
It's truth for him, at least. He'd never had trouble getting his way with his charm and his wit and his personality. It had always been enough, before. he'd never met anyone who'd made him work for things the way Abbie had. It had been an irresistible challenge to him. Still was, although he'd been suspecting for a long time it was deepening into something much more than that, a certainty he'd never wanted to stop and pick at along the way. he wasn't ready for some of those truths yet.
Her comment drags a laugh from him, quick and wry as he meets her gaze. "Don;t you always?" he asks as they reach his boat, his home, the closest thing he has to it.
He doesn't release her hand, merely hops over the space where dock ends and boat begins before dropping his duffel on the deck and turning to help her on board.
"Serves me well to do so," she shoots back easily, still smiling as he turns to help her board. She doesn't let go of his hand, holding on for that extra bit of security as she nimbly moves to step on the broad space at the edge of the boat between a break in the rail, hoisting herself on and hopping down to join him on the deck proper a moment later. She releases him then, quickly running her fingers through her hair as she gathers herself, giving the boat's exterior a quick once-over. She's never really paid it much mind, even though it had always been right there in the harbor all the countless times she'd come down to the docks, looking for answers.
"Nice," she remarks, though she knows she shouldn't be surprised. Hawley makes good money doing what he does, even if she wouldn't file most of his methods under what she considered to be clean business. "Suits you, I think. Not sure I can imagine a Hawley who lives on land."
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Date: 2015-05-24 02:41 am (UTC)It's easy to keep that part of it light as he slings his duffel up and over one shoulder, bracing it easily. Then he holds his free hand out to her, still and patient, in invitation. Leaving it up to her if she wanted to come.
"Well. If you like. I've got a perfectly comfortable boat nearby. Can open a bottle, order some take-out, anything you like."
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Date: 2015-05-24 01:34 pm (UTC)It was one thing to be hiding from the cops, another entirely to be hiding from your friends who happen to be incredibly determined and have the police department's resources available to them. Don't think you wouldn't have eventually been found if you had gone, Hawley-- although if that had been the case, Abbie imagines that catching up wouldn't have been quite as friendly as it was now.
She watches him retrieve his bag with interest, feeling tension ease out of her, like seeing it was enough to finally convince her that he was for real, that he was staying at least a little longer. She follows his gaze out towards the boat, thoughtful, then takes the offered hand after a moment's hesitation, her own grip warm and firm and far more solid than she would have expected, all things considered.
"You inviting me back to your place?" she asks, amused. "Wasn't sure the Chinese place delivered to boats."
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Date: 2015-05-24 01:41 pm (UTC)He lets the disappearing comment go for now. It's not something he wants to discuss with her - not to let it ruin the mood of the moment, but he also has his ways. Ways learned from Camille all those years ago. There's a reason he stays off-grid. He's not so easy to track down, especially by the police. If people want to find him, they usually have to resort to... less civilized means. In which case, Jenny would have a hell lot more luck tracking him down than most of Abbie's resources could manage.
Not that he's going to enlighten her to that fact. Just in case.
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Date: 2015-05-24 03:00 pm (UTC)"I reserve the right to change my mind."
But she smiles, and that says a lot. It says that she won't.
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Date: 2015-05-24 10:03 pm (UTC)It's truth for him, at least. He'd never had trouble getting his way with his charm and his wit and his personality. It had always been enough, before. he'd never met anyone who'd made him work for things the way Abbie had. It had been an irresistible challenge to him. Still was, although he'd been suspecting for a long time it was deepening into something much more than that, a certainty he'd never wanted to stop and pick at along the way. he wasn't ready for some of those truths yet.
Her comment drags a laugh from him, quick and wry as he meets her gaze. "Don;t you always?" he asks as they reach his boat, his home, the closest thing he has to it.
He doesn't release her hand, merely hops over the space where dock ends and boat begins before dropping his duffel on the deck and turning to help her on board.
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Date: 2015-05-26 04:04 am (UTC)"Nice," she remarks, though she knows she shouldn't be surprised. Hawley makes good money doing what he does, even if she wouldn't file most of his methods under what she considered to be clean business. "Suits you, I think. Not sure I can imagine a Hawley who lives on land."