seekevolution | The Storm

Being a telepath could be pretty fun in the right circumstances. In their little family unit where they were all finally rather safe, Matt had started playing around with his ability more and while he couldn't pick up thoughts from a distance he'd become a fairly good sender and now amused himself with projecting annoying little tick tock thoughts at the other two.

It only caused Molly to cooperate even less. Matt, however, didn't have the pleasure of trying to wrestle her into her clothes and make sure she had her things, so he could be as obnoxious as he pleased while he waited. His grin was not at all guilty when the other two finally showed, Molly running down the stairs and throwing up the car door, Mohinder following in a somewhat more measured fashion. Naturally.

"Hey, slow down! Cars have feelings too, you know", Matt teased and turned around in the driver seat to fix Molly with a faux accusing look when she closed it with a little more excited energy than she'd really needed.

"Mohinder's the one who was all slow!"

The response was immediate. Matt's smile turned into a laugh before he patted the steering wheel and rolled down the windows, shooting Mohinder a fond look.

"Alright, we got everything? Sunscreen? Blankets? Food?" He insisted on going down the mental checklist of everything they'd agreed on the few days prior - mostly composed by Matt and Molly, as they were now going to break Mohinder in to life at the beach, something the man sorely needed, in Matt's opinion - and once that was done, he finished it up with, "alright, beach whoop!"

It wasn't a particularly long drive, but it was a warm day. Surprisingly warm for early May, but that's exactly why it was a good day to break in summer.

Though he'd thought about slowing down even further to show the other two just what slow could mean, Mohinder had had enough of the clock ticking in his head and the whining and the worry that he hadn't packed enough peanut butter sandwiches for everyone that he happily slid into the car and buckled up. It was still early, the roads were only mildly congested, and the morning radio station talk shows took the place of music. It meant that they'd be able to find a good place to set up.

Yes. Mohinder had spent almost four days doing research on how to properly go to the beach. Yes, he knew Matt thought it was ridiculous. He'd been caught twice with the laptop on various Ask.com sites pouring over answers both amusing and less than insightful.

That's why he'd insisted on Matt carrying out a five gallon jug of water and why he'd tested out several beach chairs for their sturdiness and ability to be wiped free of sand easily.

He was a planner. He was a researcher. He needed this.

Matt and Molly sang some little song about heading to the beach and Mohinder listened to them, grinning at the way their voices melted together, high and sweet, deep and rich. He could join in on the chorus the third time around and hummed the verses he didn't know.

They'd arrived before all of the close parking spots were taken and though Molly jumped right out of the car as soon as Matt parked, Mohinder took a moment to touch the back of the larger man's hand with his fingertips. I have one small confession. I did bring some reading material...

Text books.

He tried, Matt. He tried.

Mohinder, you are such a nerd.

Matt turned his hand over to grip the other man's in a gesture that would look surprisingly sincere if it wasn't for the raised eyebrow Mohinder's way. He said, in a tone so deadpan it meant he was teasing, "Mohinder, if you have any reason at all to open those things, we've failed."

There would be nothing of the sort. Not on a beach day. At Molly's urging them on, Matt let go and got out of the car, getting to the trunk to pick amongst the items there and shrug on the backpack. There was a cooler and a small bag as well but Matt had insisted on getting most things packed to carry like that, because it was a lot kinder to your shoulders in the long run.

"Kay, Molly, let's see if this place has anything on Cali, huh?"

"If it doesn't, can we go there next?" she said with a look Mohinder's way when she accepted the bottle of water Matt was handing her. Then she got something a little mischievous in her eyes, but she smiled sweetly. "We could learn to surf!"

"Ssh, easy, you'll scare him off", Matt stage-whispered, handing the cooler to the geneticist in question and closing the trunk.

He was looking forward to this, he really was. And he gravitated towards Mohinder as they started walking, Molly keeping a few paces ahead of them, pausing every now and then to look around or tell them to come on already.

Excited yet?

Another trip so soon would break their budget, but Mohinder kept those and any 'unfun' thoughts from his head, even leaving his bag with the textbook in the car. If he grew bored, he could always sleep, right? Or spent time talking to Matt while Molly played. They'd just hit the sand when Molly took off to 'find a spot' and Matt's mental question came.

Both men yelled for Molly to keep in sight before Mohinder could answer and the Indian laughed, pausing to kick off his shoes before he bent down the scoop the sandals by the heel straps.

I'm not as excited as the two of you, but trying to compete there might be a folly, he responded to Matt, looking up at him over the edge of his sunglasses.

Molly jumped up and down in place, just above the edge of the water, in a spot where no other families had plopped down just yet. It was as good a spot as any and Mohinder placed down the cooler as if to claim that bit of sand, officially, as their own. Two lightweight chairs he'd had on a strap over his shoulder followed and while he knelt to unfold them, Molly was already kicking off her shoes, the floppy straw hat Mohinder had insisted on and her cover up jacket.

"You can rent body-boards, Matt!" she cried, already selecting her 'fun parent' to wriggle at and chatter excitedly too. She'd been through so much and grown up so fast, but Mohinder was always glad to see that despite the horrors in her life, he and Matt were able to coax out the little girl from inside of her tougher shell more and more often.

"That sounds dangerous," Mohinder said, pulling off his shirt too to fold up while he prepared the blanket. His smooth muscles stood out in sharp contrast to the pale yellow sand. He was only joking, of course, but it had the desired effect: Molly wrinkled her nose and looked pointedly at Matt. Evidently, they were now in some sort of mental conversation on the subject.

Quite evidently, given the expressions flickering over their faces as they looked at each other. It wasn't very long until Matt said, out loud, "only if Mohinder tries", causing Molly to almost immediately latch onto Mohinder's arm.

"Come on, it'll be fun! I'll teach you!"

Matt laughed, looked over, and paused for a moment to really look at his two favorites. Because they really were, after all they'd been through, there was no denying that. Molly was lightening up a lot lately but she was still very serious and mature and had the occasional nightmare that woke her in tears, but when she smiled like she did now she was a little ball of sunshine.

Mohinder, Matt didn't know how to put into words anymore. But at the moment nobody in their right mind would argue that he looked entirely too handsome to be allowed.

"We'll all go in! Matt and I will protect you", she added, reassuring in that charmingly impatient way. Matt snorted but nodded a "that's right" and put the backpack on the ground, taking the barely touched water bottle back from Molly and putting it in the cooler for later.

"Danger's your middle name, right doc?" he teased and handed him a bill, gaze catching by his collar bones before he looked him in the eyes.

This was going to end poorly. Likely with Mohinder face down in the sand. Or drowned. Or worse! Molly drowned! He was already starting to panic when Matt took his mind off of it with his easy smile and his not so subtle checking him out. Mohinder might be oblivious but Matt was obvious and... It was so very flattering.

He met Matt's eyes after a moment, a sort of knowing smile behind that gaze.

"All right." See? He could be a team player! Sort of. A glance at a group of girls dragging the body board back across the sand with them, however, was already by giving him second thoughts. "But you must stay with me or Matt at all times," he said, sounding more than a little unsure.

The brave girl grinned and took him by the hand, ready to march him to the board rentals. He was going to regret this. He just knew it. While Matt was left to finishing setting up their spot, Mohinder dished out a few dollars for the rental and let Molly drag it back with her to the waiting detective.

If Matt had been distracted by his shirt being off, he was about to be even more distracted when Mohinder undid the waist of his shorts. This wasn't his swim suit, after all. There was a bright orange, entirely too skimpy suit beneath. It was the sort Europeans preferred, the sort that left very little to the imagination.

Mohinder had more than Matt admiring him though. A few passing girls happened to glance appreciatively his way too.

Which wasn't at all unexpected, honestly. Mohinder was a beautiful-looking man, something Matt had grown increasingly aware of, and when he straightened up and turned around to the pair when they showed up he was reminded yet again of this fact.

He stared as Mohinder undressed for a slighty too long moment, then tore his eyes to Molly, who was carrying the board with an excited yet thoughtful expression as she watched her adoptive parents. Especially when Matt's gaze sharpened when he looked up in the direction of the girls passing by who were thinking rather loudly.

Matt wasn't at the point at all where he was thinking of Mohinder as his, but the brief narrowing of his eyes held a shade of possession until he shook that off and crouched, gesturing to Molly, thinking You're gonna be popular today over her head at his co-parent.

"Alright sweetheart, let me see", he requested without really giving Mohinder a change to think anything back and looked over the board. It looked fine, and he kicked off his shoes when he'd made that judgment, then stepped out of his khakis. Unlike Mohinder's, his bathing shorts were the kind that almost touched his knees, dark blue and plain.

"Last one in?" Molly asked brightly, having picked up the board again. With everything set up, Matt could only shoot Mohinder a sideways grin before he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the blanket.

"Last one in is a loser!" he confirmed, and Molly laughed and immediately ran off into the waves with the board dragging behind her a little, Matt following after giving her a slight head start and pressing a hand to Mohinder's back momentarily to urge him along as well.

The water was fine once you got used to it, a bit cold at first but easily gotten over once you'd dipped your head - Molly and Matt both knew of this little trick and wasted no time in splashing water everywhere and plunging into it the moment it was deep enough.

You could still see the scars on Matt's chest but Mohinder was a little put out by having to race to the cold looking water to really focus on that for more than a moment, let alone the way anyone might have watched him undress down to his suit. The large hand on his back, however, that was something he'd need more of.

They'd not gone very far at all, cups of coffee out and once, when Molly had a sleep over party to attend ("It's girl-girl, Matt! Her parents will be there!"), they'd even had a proper date. One that Mohinder made sure to call a date. Out loud. But given that they were living in the same house, it was important to keep from just dragging Matt to bed with him. Sex might be something they both wanted, but it could put too much stress on a relationship this strangely formed and new.

Baby steps. One day, he'd feel more skin against his own. For now, Matt could just look at him and get over any lingering hangups over his gender.

With Molly leading the way, Mohinder's competitive streak struck him. He didn't want to be a loser and with legs up to his armpits, he could leap over the waves and at least beat Matt to the punch. Well, up to a certain point. No one said anything about getting his hair wet.

He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the two of them as they rose with the waves. Mohinder felt them crash into him next and he nearly was bowled over, the board knocking into his abdomen.

Are you crazy!? It was mostly feigned, though he didn't look forward to the puff ball head he'd have by the afternoon!

Matt laughed. Immediate, full on laughter that took on an incredulous note at the look on Mohinder's face. He shared a look with Molly who had her arms thrown over the board and was looking at Mohinder in that sneaky way children had sometimes that probably wouldn't do Mohinder any good.

"Really?" he questioned with that laughter in his voice, reaching out to steady his (boy?)friend with one hand to his arm only to wink at Molly and splash water at him with the other. Not right in his face, no one liked that without seeing it coming, but upwards his chest to make a statement. "Really, Mohinder?"

Molly laughed and heaved herself onto the board until she sat securely across the center of it (with Matt's assistance, who had let go of Mohinder pretty quickly in case of retaliation), looking at Mohinder like she was superior to him in some way.

"Come on, you have to get under! You'll start freezing if you don't. And it's more fun."

Matt would be perfectly willing to tackle Mohinder into the water if he had to, but that was more a back-up plan. Not that he'd mind if it came to that.

The water on his above-water skin was a shock, one that earned a gasp, and Mohinder moved to grasp Molly's board for a totally different reason: to get out of the splash zone! And...to stay upright. He'd figure out the ocean rhythm pretty quickly, he'd learn to bob, but for the time being, he just sunk his feet into the sand that swirled around his toes with the rolling waves and gave the two people he loved most in the world a charmingly dirty look.

"I'll have no laughing when my hair becomes a fright!" he said, and Molly, attempting to look solemn, nodded slowly before her grin made Mohinder smile too. How could he not? Between the two of them, the way they expressed their affection, even like this, gave him a swell of happiness the water couldn't even wash away.

Mohinder held his nose and closed his eyes, dunking himself under the surf before he rose again, tight curls loosening and hanging down the back of his head. He wiped excess water from his face, tilting it back towards the sky, before shaking off like a shaggy dog and breaking the Venus rising from the waves image to transform more into a wet, shaggy dog.

"Better?"

Molly nodded and pulled herself to her knees on the board. "Yep! Ready? I'm going to ride in on the next wave!"

Watch Mohinder fret. By herself?!

Matt did not at all mind the shaggy dog look, but he didn't linger much on that as he rolled his eyes at Mohinder - with a good-natured smile to follow.

"Relax", he said to him and put a hand on the board, looking to Molly. She was looking out at the waves. They weren't particularly big, not like the ones you might find further out in California, but they gave nice peaks that looked good for a surf. "Want to go out a bit?" he asked her to which she gave him an eager grin and nodded.

I'm right with her, he thought to Mohinder, all calm and confident. He'd grown up with a foot in the sea and Molly had too, and water was never any more dangerous than you let it be. Matt had an ease about it when he shifted to swim out (not far at all, Mohinder, don't worry), hauling her along on the board, and then let her go just a few paces later when a proper wave came in.

"All right! Go!"

Molly braced herself, kept her balance, and rode the wave in like a pro - at least until the water came down over her from behind and she slipped, but she immediately grappled for the board and kept afloat with her arms across it, squealing with laughter. Matt was right there with her, keeping the board steady if she wanted to get on it again, and he looked entirely too happy about the whole thing when he motioned for Mohinder.

"Wanna try?" he teased, and Molly chimed in with a singsong, "It's really fun!"

Mohinder didn't really look like he wanted to try actually, but some coaxing and watching Molly and Matt take turns eventually turned on the little adventure centre in his brain. It was hard to ride the board to the shore without rolling off of it, but at least Mohinder was determined (and had to be reminded, casually, that Molly should get another go in between). The ocean ended up being less of a disaster than Mohinder had been expecting and not once did school or finances or work or anything practical about their little girl enter his mind.

He didn't stay in the water as long as the two fish he was living with did, dripping water onto hot sand was he half pranced his way from the surf to the chairs set up. He could see his family from their spot and waved at Molly when she yelled his name and told him to watch her have a go.

He did, with relish, white teeth flashing from between dark lips as he reapplied sunscreen and then insisted on doing the same for Molly when she dragged her board in for a snack.

A woman in her mid forties blocked the sun, little girl about Molly's age in tow, just after the sandwiches had been handed out and Mohinder was reminding Matt that 'lobster' was not a professional colour to be at work. She cleared her throat and Mohinder shaded his eyes to look up, instantly recognizing her as a mother from the PTA earlier in the year. Molly had attended her daughter's birthday party as well, and the raven haired, slightly chubby girl waved shyly at Molly.

"You're Amal, right?" she asked and Mohinder arched an eyebrow.

"Mohinder. Suresh," he replied, amused at the way she suddenly looked flustered and offered her a hand while Molly held out a little package of goldfish crackers to her classmate. "Not a common name, don't worry about. This is Matt Parkman."

"Sorry! I tend to know everyone by their kids' names. I figured saying Molly's... Ah, Molly's parents might be a little rude. Margaret. Welsh. Hello. Good to see you Mr. Parkman. Jessie wanted to come over and say hello--"

Her thoughts were eractic. She was a single mother and obviously, it had been a long time since she'd been intimate with anyone. The way her eyes traveled over Mohinder was hungry, even though she was currently trying to understand how their family worked. And how sex with the two men worked.

There'd never been a doubt in anyone's mind at school at Molly had two dads in the traditional sense of the word. Why else would two men raise a girl together?

Matt had been very happy to watch Mohinder get used to the water and actually play with them. It was something he'd wanted to share, he realized - just the joy of it, how much fun it really was to get into a different element and forget about all those other pesky things real life threw at you. And he did notice that neither of them thought about anything other than each other, the water, and the fun.

Drying off and coming up for a drink and a snack was a necessarily evil but it only served for a bit more bonding, with Molly talking excitedly at them between popping the goldfish crackers into her mouth, eating half of them by decapacitating them with her teeth. Matt was reaching for one of the many sandwiches they'd made himself when the woman made herself known. Or rather, when her thoughts did.

This meant that when Mohinder introduced him, Matt had already been giving Margaret a guarded look for a while. Sometimes, telepathy sucked. The way she was mentally ogling Mohinder put a serious damper on his mood. The way she was also going on about them almost made him angry, but he shook it off fairly smoothly when he directed his attention to the girl Molly had just chirped a "Hi!" at.

"Why don't we let them play for a bit, huh?" he suggested. At the way Molly's eyes brightened he added, "After you finish that drink." She gave him a smile and Matt looked up at Margaret, asking if that was okay.

"Oh, sure! If it's no trouble", she said, a slightly nervous quality in her voice that Matt didn't like at all. He had half a thought of kissing Mohinder's shoulder (or his collar bone, or his jaw, or that entirely too polite smile) just to mark territory, but didn't.

Oblivious as usual, Mohinder had no trouble inviting Margaret for a sandwich as the girls go off to build sand castles. He was a jovial sort and while he might be a loner, he was still charismatic and willing to talk to just about anyone. Mostly, his conversation with the woman was about school, about her daughter and common goals.

Margaret was much more interested in getting dirt on Mohinder and Matt and when she was not actively imagining what it must be like to run her fingers through his slowly drying (and frizzing) curls. Her questions weren't exactly invasive, and Mohinder didn't see it that way either. He just kept right on smiling. "So is Molly Matt's biological daughter?" she asked, glancing up at the scowling older man before turning her attention back to Mohinder alone.

"Molly's adopted," Mohinder said, hardly recognizing when it was good to talk and when not to. They'd never asked Molly to lie but people just assumed. She was white. Matt was white. Mohinder was the odd man out there.

"Oh!" Margaret said in a fluster. Wouldn't she have all the attention at school on Monday while they were waiting to pick up the kids? "Then...have you two been together for a long time?"

Matt, seeing immediately how they might get into a lot of explaining unless the woman was led to believe exactly what she already did, leaned meaningfully towards Mohinder and answered before the other man got a chance to.

"A while", he said, which was vague enough to be true (especially for the technical meaning of together), shooting her a quick smile and touching a hand to Mohinder's shoulder. Unable to resist some marking now, apparently. It was really close to a small, actual pull. "But that doesn't really matter so long as she's loved, don't you think?"

Don't let her know about her parents, he thought grimly, squeezing Mohinder's shoulder before he let go.

"They're really something though, aren't they? Kids", he added in a bright tone, nodding towards the girls playing with the sand some distance away to steer the topic clear of any other question that might come up about Molly's adoption. His own cheer was largely fake, something Mohinder might pick up on if he paid attention, and something Margaret probably also would if she'd stop gushing over Mohinder's skin tone for two seconds.

Or on the other hand, maybe she didn't actually care, and Matt fell into silence for the most part after that.

There was no way that Mohinder wouldn't notice Matt's change in behaviour. He'd been soaking it in his delight, in his happiness, all day. And now Margaret's presence seemed to be banishing it. Or, more likely, Mohinder's own idiocy was forcing it out. I'm not-- I hadn't been-- Now it was his turn to go sour. His shoulders tensed and the conversation died down noticeably.

Even Margaret seemed to notice after awhile and her thoughts turned just as tense as Mohinder was. Oh, they must be fighting. This is uncomfortable now...maybe I was interrupting.... Even if that wasn't the case, she excused herself to go back to her beach reading.

Mohinder didn't relax even after she'd left, however. It wasn't her fault, he knew, it was his own. He needed to be careful. Yes, their immediate threats were gone but if anyone knew--

He risked their entire family.

Mohinder turned to busy himself cleaning up from lunch. He couldn't help but think he'd put a damper on Matt's day.

Matt did relax after she left because it meant she took her thoughts with her. He was rubbing his temples for a moment after that; not because listening was tiring to him anymore, but because it had become habit when he felt unhappy these days. Usually any stress did come from what he could hear. That he shouldn't be hearing.

And Mohinder's thoughts weren't that quiet either. Although Matt still tried to keep out of personal thoughts he felt he had no choice but latching onto these ones, just to set them straight.

"No, it's not you", he said with a sigh, not really looking at him but rather fixing his eyes on Molly who was still playing with Jessie. They'd managed some impressive trenches in the sand that probably formed a pattern, but it was difficult to see from where they were sitting. "It's her. Mind reader, remember?"

It really did come down to that, most of the time. If you were already somewhat disinclined to trust people, hearing their thoughts certainly didn't help.

Mohinder was immediately startled, turning to face Matt, putting his dark hand on the other man's pinking shoulder. They had to be the oddest couple, looking at them. Matt looked like he'd be at home on the sofa with a beer and some football on television and Mohinder...no where near it. He didn't seem feminine enough to really be Matt's type...and Matt didn't look like his type at all.

Still, this sudden concern, and the rapidly filling beach, gave quite a lot of people thoughts about them. Mohinder always seemed to make those thoughts worse with the way he so dramatically drew attention to himself.

Half the time, it wasn't even his fault. This time, it was likely due to the fact that he was hardly wearing anything and looking so concerned.

About Molly? Does she know?

"No, don't worry about it." Matt moved his hand down to rest his chin on a closed fist, elbow balancing on a drawn up knee. Speaking still felt more natural and somewhat easier than completely telepathic conversations, so that's what he defaulted to where people were unlikely to eavesdrop anyway. If they had, it might have sounded strange.

As it were he heard a lot more from everyone else than they ever would from him. He blocked them out.

"She doesn't know anything. She's just ..." He searched for a word. "Curious. A lot. And thinking way too much about things she shouldn't be thinking about. I don't like it."

The details of that, Mohinder didn't really need to know, did he?

That did so very little to assuage his fears, Matt really ought to have realised that, esspecially when Mohinder shifted to move himself away from the cooler and kneel somewhat expectantly in front of Matt. Big eyes lifted, he watched the larger man as if waiting for more information.

When nothing came, he leaned in, hand on Matt's other knee. Honestly, Mohinder had been in America long enough to know that men didn't touch each other that way. Then again, they'd been stealing clandestine kisses after Molly had been put to bed every single night since their first kiss in the kitchen.

Sometimes they even took a tumble in bed together, clothing all neatly kept in place, of course, but whether out loud or not, they were in a relationship of sorts and that allowed for that sort of touching, surely.

"About her adoption? Oh God, we ought to have stuck with you being her actual father--" he lamented.

"No, it's -" He dropped his hands to grab Mohinder's in a brief but hopefully soothing gesture, thumbs running over his knuckles before he let go. "It's not like that. Calm down. I would have done something about it otherwise, okay?"

What that something would have been he wasn't entirely sure but it didn't really matter. Mentally or not, he would have fixed that problem. He was sure. He was confident in his ability to. If he'd managed Odessa and Sylar, he could fend off a single mother with an over-active imagination.

At least Mohinder was easily pacified. He smiled at Matt, at the slightly calming gesture and relaxed. He assumed, incorrectly, that Jessie's mother just didn't care for the idea of a same-sex couple raising a child, but it didn't matter. What Mohinder didn't know in this case could affect him... Though he might have been flattered by Matt's possessiveness.

Their day at the beach could continue unimpeded by anyone else, starting with Mohinder insisting on reapplying sunscreen to the back of Matt's neck and shoulders. "Much too pink," he proclaimed. "I hardly need you getting skin cancer because you're jealous of my tan," he joked stupidly, rubbing the lotion into Matt's skin in entirely too wonderful a way.

Molly was happy. They were happy. The sand was warm, the water was cool...and they all had each other.

After burying Matt in the sand and one more session in the water, however, it was time to pack up and go. And not a second too soon, either. The sun was still high in the sky but Molly was yawning something feirce.

All in all, a successful day. The incident with Margaret was pushed far back into Matt's mind as they all went back to having fun and there was that calm content feeling again when they walked back to the car, Molly between them and holding each of their hands.

She looked a bit like she might fall asleep in the backseat once they pulled out onto the road again, but looked expectantly at Mohinder when Matt shot him a sideways smile.

"So how did you like the beach?"

Matt hadn't had that much fun in months, personally, and felt a lot happier from the experience. He looked it too, elbow resting on the open car window, sunglasses on to shield from the sun coming down on them and the easy smile in place as he kept his eyes (mostly) on the road.

"'Cause I think there's hope for you yet, Suresh."

Mohinder never had that much fun, not once. Today had everything a good day needed, he'd already decided, and though Molly had a little bit of a burn on the tops of her feet (how had he missed that?) and there was a bout of misunderstanding with Matt that had been easily cleared up, Mohinder wanted nothing at all about it to change.

"Today was perfect," he confirmed. "Just don't let me look at a mirror." His hair was dreadful...in sort of a beautiful way. Even so, it might break the teeth off of combs or swallow wrist watches should any make their way near him.

The mood in the car on the drive home was sleepy and with Molly quiet in the backseat, curled around her oversized beach towel, Mohinder slipped his hand onto Matt's thigh just to have that sort of connection with him. His thoughts were a happy muddling of at least three languages which tended to mean that he was tired too.

Thank you, he sent to Matt, gazing affectionately at the older man, as if there could be nothing on the horizon to spoil these moments.

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Damn. I replied to myself.

you silly

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