That flash of skin bared between his shirt and his jeans when he stretches kind of demands her attention, and as he thanks her, she stands so they're closer to being eye-to-eye.
How many times has he thanked her? Not many.
Grinning, she shakes her head. "Nothing to thank me for."
He may not thank her often, so it's not like she doesn't appreciate it. But this was a great game and she had a good time, and really, she'd go with him to a baseball game any time at all.
Maybe he prevents her from having a completely blank slate in 2074, but this is the closest she's ever been to it. And out here on Mars, taking their leisurely time filing out of stadium, her awareness of it seems more acute than ever.
Reaching the exit first, she catches one of the doors before it swings shut and lets herself out, holding it open behind her for him. "Guess I'll have to tell Gren his suggestions have been a hit."
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How many times has he thanked her? Not many.
Grinning, she shakes her head. "Nothing to thank me for."
He may not thank her often, so it's not like she doesn't appreciate it. But this was a great game and she had a good time, and really, she'd go with him to a baseball game any time at all.
Maybe he prevents her from having a completely blank slate in 2074, but this is the closest she's ever been to it. And out here on Mars, taking their leisurely time filing out of stadium, her awareness of it seems more acute than ever.
Reaching the exit first, she catches one of the doors before it swings shut and lets herself out, holding it open behind her for him. "Guess I'll have to tell Gren his suggestions have been a hit."