She leans in--a rather loud act when some paper bag is crushed between them--and presses a kiss to his cheek. She understands how he feels.
"I worry he might feel suffocated at times, with either one or both of us with eyes on him at all hours." He can press buttons on the microwave in peace. "Whenever you're not home, I find myself only waiting for your return."
Suffocating Joshua is a novel concept; imagine, seeing someone enough that your mere presence could be too much. He gives a soft chuff as Jill kisses him and he puts his free(r) arm around her for a brief squeeze.
“We could just never leave,” he jokes. “And speaking of… are we finished here?”
Don't tempt her with a good time. Jill is glad that Clive can tease, and she decides to put him out of his misery.
"Yes. I think Joshua will be pleased. I was hoping we could find something to wear to the beach now that the weather is warm, but we can do that another day."
“I imagine not,” he says, but it’s hardly unusual either. He’s no stranger to bathing in rivers or streams. Playing, even. What boy hasn’t? He ducks his head just enough to bump his cheek against the top of her head. “I meant… what’s wrong with the clothes we already have?”
“Dramatic would be refusing to go to the beach at all,” he says, oddly charmed that she wants to hang onto him in public, and quite steadfast in his desire to neither swim nor wear a swimsuit. “Come now. Get some garment for yourself, and I’ll watch you swim.”
"Will Joshua agree to go into the water with me, do you think?" Jill is certain her odds are good. Really, she's gauging whether Clive will make an issue of it. "I wouldn't want to go in alone."
"Then come in the water with me," Jill says, and she hangs off his arm some. The next words already sound childish in her head before she says them aloud. Whatever. She cares not.
He looks down at her, naturally shifting to accommodate her weight. He does not think of her as childish. He thinks she’s beautiful, and he very much wants to play. He sighs. He relents:
“I’m sure we will,” he says, envisioning napping in the sand and maybe — just maybe — beating someone at some sport. “Go pick out a swimming costume, then.”
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"I do, too." She doesn't particularly enjoy being away from him but she knows he needs to be able to spread his wings without her or Clive.
She steps beside Clive to take his arm, giving it a squeeze.
"I'm sure he's having a wonderful time. If he beats us home, he can enjoy having the house to himself for a little while."
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“Is that such a good thing, to have the house to oneself?” he muses. “I never enjoy it so much as when you’re there.”
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"I worry he might feel suffocated at times, with either one or both of us with eyes on him at all hours." He can press buttons on the microwave in peace. "Whenever you're not home, I find myself only waiting for your return."
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“We could just never leave,” he jokes. “And speaking of… are we finished here?”
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"Yes. I think Joshua will be pleased. I was hoping we could find something to wear to the beach now that the weather is warm, but we can do that another day."
He's eager to get home. She gets it.
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“Why would we need clothes for the beach?”
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She manages to joke with a straight face, though she has to hide it against Clive's arm at the end. They're not going to the clubs.
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Some are cute. Some are more revealing than she'd like. Some, she would like to see Clive in.
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“I don’t intend to swim, but if you’d like to…”
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"Will Joshua agree to go into the water with me, do you think?" Jill is certain her odds are good. Really, she's gauging whether Clive will make an issue of it. "I wouldn't want to go in alone."
There's always Dion, of course.
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"I really have no choice but to go with Dion, do I?" She says with a laugh and a shake of her head. Far from a complaint.
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“And leave you without a strong swimmer? No.”
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"Then come in the water with me," Jill says, and she hangs off his arm some. The next words already sound childish in her head before she says them aloud. Whatever. She cares not.
"I want to play with you."
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“I’ll wade in with you, then.”
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"We'll have fun." Splashing water at Clive sounds like the most fun anyone could have at the beach, truly.
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