[Zetta catches the sunglasses with both her hands, and isn't sure whether or not she's surprised he actually took them off. She certainly isn't complaining, but --
Oh, jesus christ. She rolls her eyes.] You're so fucking weird. [But she shifts to set his sunglasses safely next to her pack, then settles up against Riley's side.
He leans into her, hand seeking hers, and he grips her fingers tight. She huffs quietly and kisses his temple.] And you, [she murmurs,] are an idiot. [Riley laughs quietly in response.]
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Oh, jesus christ. She rolls her eyes.] You're so fucking weird. [But she shifts to set his sunglasses safely next to her pack, then settles up against Riley's side.
He leans into her, hand seeking hers, and he grips her fingers tight. She huffs quietly and kisses his temple.] And you, [she murmurs,] are an idiot. [Riley laughs quietly in response.]