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[princehonorable]

He's beginning to feel like there's a chance he'll see the makings of a real bed sometime soon. He says that every morning, but he truly believes it. With every passing day, his legs tremble a little less -- he can manage going a little farther -- and the pain doesn't last so long. He can take deeper breaths, he's remembering more, and it's all coming together to make him feel healed. David thinks he actually might be all right.

That still keeps him pent up in the clinic for most nights, just in case he needs a doctor's help before the morning's out. It gets a bit lonely, he won't lie. So, now, as the evening winds down, he has to start thinking about dinner again. Maybe he'll go to the kitchen and see if he can't strike up some conversation with someone else who doesn't have any plans for the evening.

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[princehonorable]

He leans over and pushes the glass of wine lightly down so that she can't bring it to her lips, filling the space with his body instead. He feels as if he's done this so many times that it ought to be habit, but he kisses her like it's their first, sliding the crooks of his knuckle over her neck.

[pureofheart]

Like this, like so many other times, she kisses him back, winding her arms around his neck and beaming brightly, still smiling even as the kiss breaks. "Okay," she answers, somewhat breathlessly. "You sure showed me."

[princehonorable]

He brushes a fond kiss to her brow, lips brushing in the most gentle of motions before he eases back onto sore legs, affording the softest of smiles to her. "Shall we eat?"

[pureofheart]

"We may have to," she agrees, shifting to sit up as she takes a few more items out of the picnic basket. "I'm starving."

[princehonorable]

"Then, let's not delay a second more," he insists, gesturing to the picnic basket and all the amazing things it seems are hidden within. "Let's eat, then, and we'll talk about our situation a little more when our stomachs are full."