Not being affected by alcoholic drinks doesn't prevent Rory from enjoying their flavors, so he accepts the glass of wine with a smile and a murmur of thanks. His eyes follow Pippa's graceful form as she moves to sit beside him. When she raises her glass, he touches his to it with a delicate clink.
"To beginnings," he says softly, his eyes on hers. Not as original as he might like, but he hopes that this is the beginning for them.
As he takes a sip, he shifts to twine their fingers together. So much to tell her, so much to discuss ... but he can't deny himself the contact right now. His fingers brush her bandage lightly. "How's your hand, sweet?"
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Date: 2008-09-14 07:24 am (UTC)"To beginnings," he says softly, his eyes on hers. Not as original as he might like, but he hopes that this is the beginning for them.
As he takes a sip, he shifts to twine their fingers together. So much to tell her, so much to discuss ... but he can't deny himself the contact right now. His fingers brush her bandage lightly. "How's your hand, sweet?"