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Syd(ney) Barrett (_donttouch) wrote,

"That’s right.” Syd replied, jokingly smug about the fact that she proposed first. But then she leaned in, as if sharing a secret. “But your proposal was way better.” Just so he knew. Settling back, she grabbed a pillow to hug happily – a proxy for the time being – and then stopped and stared at him, eyes going wide when she understood what probably had been going through his head at the time of gas station proposals. “That was why you were so surprised!” She exclaimed, laughing as well, both in amusement and at his adorable near-giggles. “Well, part of it.” It made so much sense now, even with having made just as much sense at the time. Head tilted, she smiled and lifted her eyebrows in curiosity, interested in his plots and plans. “What are your plans for the disk?”

“It’s a date.” Heart-eyed and even a little bashful, she nodded. A dream was what it really was, an amazing dream for a stressful day and she was perfectly alright with the idea of not waking up. Scooting over to give him more room, Syd laid back down, on her side to try and relax, letting the quiet closeness of blanket forts and Davids soothe excitable nerves and sky-high energy. “And I told you that you were stuck with me.” She pointed out with a lopsided smile, “so my answer was always going to be yes.” A pause, “After I actually comprehended what you said. Because, you know. That took a minute or whatever.” Sheepish, Syd smiled in apology, figuring that probably didn’t help the samba dancing heart.

“Well, the hard part is over.” She chuckled, leaning up on her elbow. A thought popped in her head, making the woman curious once more. “Did you tell Amy about your plans? Or are we telling them when we see them?” Syd still had to pop by and pick up needed things, after all, and had planned to steal away for a little while the next day to do so. So now she was trying to figure out the probability of being able to keep it normal and cool, or whether zero-chill Haller was going to rub off on her in this instance. Because, right now, the latter was winning that probability.

And with the thought of Amy came family, even wayward ones. Which was a thought that she did not intend to deal with at this very moment, thanks. Nope, she was staying firmly in the land of adoration and cloud nine.