"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 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."