The horse's breath tickles his palm and he reactively pulls away with a giggle, but brings his hand close again, reaching further up to stroke her other cheek.
He grows a bit quiet at her statement, brow furrowed, thoughtful. It feels as if she'd told him that before-- while in the company of horses, no less. He quickly debates over whether he should tell her about these moments of déjà vu he's been having ever since he toppled her book fort.
"I wish I could take you to see a game. We could probably watch one on TV, but it ain't the same as watching it for real-- and plus the bar pretty much told us to stop watching TV. But we could go look up some books about it in the library later. If you want."
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He grows a bit quiet at her statement, brow furrowed, thoughtful. It feels as if she'd told him that before-- while in the company of horses, no less. He quickly debates over whether he should tell her about these moments of déjà vu he's been having ever since he toppled her book fort.
"I wish I could take you to see a game. We could probably watch one on TV, but it ain't the same as watching it for real-- and plus the bar pretty much told us to stop watching TV. But we could go look up some books about it in the library later. If you want."