"Yeah, that's it. Carlsbad Caverns. I'll take you there." Because it's underground, so it probably still exists.
Cooksfield might not be so lucky. A lot of California got wiped out... but they can find out.
They can always find out.
He holds her hand to the side of his face, resting on it and in it, cradling it, sandwiching it. Sometimes, Beth is the only person he wants to see, the only one he needs to see. Or hear. Or touch.
Especially touch: he's not a real touchy-feely person. Never has been, except with her.
He turns to kiss her palm, then looks up at her and his expression is a mixture of plaintiveness and... well, just desire. "Come upstairs with me. We can lie in bed in the dark and look up at the stars on the ceiling, and I'll tell you some of the stories I used to hear about Earth."
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Cooksfield might not be so lucky. A lot of California got wiped out... but they can find out.
They can always find out.
He holds her hand to the side of his face, resting on it and in it, cradling it, sandwiching it. Sometimes, Beth is the only person he wants to see, the only one he needs to see. Or hear. Or touch.
Especially touch: he's not a real touchy-feely person. Never has been, except with her.
He turns to kiss her palm, then looks up at her and his expression is a mixture of plaintiveness and... well, just desire. "Come upstairs with me. We can lie in bed in the dark and look up at the stars on the ceiling, and I'll tell you some of the stories I used to hear about Earth."