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( she hopes she's hasn't unsettled him, by remaining quiet. it wasn't in any sort of fear for what might tumble past his lips; izzy's cared for others who might've done worse, there's no telling. what mattered to her was another's intentions, whether their hearts were good, and she doesn't doubt the purity that radiates, even aside his guilt.

he's struggling, and she wishes there was something she could do to make it easier for him, to assure him that she'd be there regardless of what was said. no man who deserved her to turn a cold shoulder would find their tongue this tangled, be anywhere near this worried that it might, in fact, push her away. she's entertained an addiction, she's been weak, she knows how it feels to be threatened. )

We've made it this far, haven't we? ( she won't make him continue, not unless he's ready for it, unless he's truly okay to let it out. ) Look, Baby... if you want to wait, it's okay. Really. What you've been through seems a lot bigger than what you've done.

Whether it's now, or later, I'm here.

[ He takes a deep breath, looking out the windshield to see the setting sun, everything cold and orange and glittering ahead of them, gorgeous. Like Izzy herself; another thing Baby maybe doesn't deserve, but will take anyway.

He nods, biting his lip again. ]

I'll get there. I want to tell - [ you, he thinks. ] - someone. It's just. There's a lot.

[ He undoes his seatbelt and opens his door, unfolding himself from behind the wheel and stretching out in front of the sun, before turning back to the car, looking at Izzy from behind his sunglasses. ]

Sunset's not waiting, though.

( —and it certainly wasn't. beaming, citrus hues begin to paint themselves about the building tops amongst the city, from way up here petite and clustered together, far quieter than it was tangled within. she takes a moment, drawing the site of him standing there lean against the gleaming hood of his car to her memory, before a moment later she's slipping out the passenger side.

the breeze instantly takes to flirting with her hair, tossing it about her temples while she crosses arms to her chest. comfortably, she finds herself at his side, and gentle she takes rest to his shoulder, looking out at the view cast before them. a slow breath inward. )

It seems just like anywhere else from up here, doesn't it? ( like cadelle were anything normal, anything they were used to. perhaps thats where the peace deviated from. )

Yeah.

[ He breathes, taking in the view and the fresher air, higher up as they are right now. He should be spending more time looking out than he is doing, his eyes drawn back to Isabelle constantly; the hair whipping around her face, the serene look settled on her features - did he just see her shiver? ]

Are you cold?

( she's well aware of baby's gaze often straying to her side profile, but she's struck by the miniature city cast before them, like figurines of a place far too good to be true. a city who's energy thrived upon intimacy? a means of credits to earn a second chance, something the two of them both wanted, even if for entirely separate reasons. it's then it hits her, softly through quite noticeably at the center of her chest that, at the moment, there's no one she'd rather be atop that mountain with than him.

a tiny shrug of a single shoulder. ) Only a little. It feels good, actually. ( but yes, baby, she's not any bit disinterested in the idea of taking your jacket. a slow breath inward, as if she could exhale everything she's kept pent up, everything that's forbidden her from just this— quiet, and peace. )

I think this is the first time I've felt comfortable here, in Cadelle.

[ He's got music in his ears, but he doesn't need it. It strikes him, suddenly, the quiet. There's no ringing, or it's so faint he can barely make it out; just like when he met Debbie. Someone that enraptured him enough to make him entirely forget about his disability. Made him forget he needed music, because her voice was just that. ]

Well, if it gets uncomfortable, let me know.

[ He does have an extra jumper, and a blanket in the backseat of the Challenger. Not that he imagined getting to cuddle under a soft throw with Isabelle, but. You never know.

He smiles when she speaks next, pride and contentment blooming in his chest. ]

Yeah? Good. [ With the toe of his sneaker, he digs a little in the gravel underfoot. ] I thought I wouldn't fit in, here. Wouldn't find friends. I'm not very good at the whole - making friends thing.

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