later that night....

[granularity]

It's been a wonderful evening.

They'd gotten to the restaurant, had an amazing meal, gone out to see a musical that was more fun than it had any right to be, and finally they'd decided to head home, mostly because the musical had left them high with energy but a little tired of the crowds and it wasn't as if they didn't enjoy each other's company. He lets her out at the front of the house to go right in, then goes inside to park the car and make his way back to the living room, looking for Harley as he goes.

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[girlsjustwannahavepun]

It has been a wonderful evening. Fantastic, even, delightful, so much better than all those ill-fated attempts of hers to set him up with someone else, nights out introducing him to people, easing him back into the dating scene. And who would have thought that whole time, she'd be the one falling for him and his old-fashioned charms? Not her. Harley's never dated a guy as good as Sandy before, not even a one-and-done. In fsct, even crazier, she doesn't want it to be just once.

She's in the living room when he makes his way back in, arms wrapped around her middle and absently humming one of the catchier numbers from the show they'd seen as she surveys a shelf of curios. At the sound of footsteps, she glances back over her shoulder, offering him a brilliant smile. "Some night, huh? I'm still totally wired, no idea how I'm gonna get to sleep tonight."

[granularity]

He can't help but watch her fondly for a moment, arms around herself and humming jauntily as she peers around the room. It's a nice way to wrap up a fantastic evening that simultaneously feels like it's really important and totally normal all at once. After all, they spent time together pretty often. But something about dressing up, going out, dinner, a show... that made it something different spoke to an intention that both of them had that he was a little amazed at.

More because of him than because of her, though he wonders if she'd think of it that way. That he's wondering if he'll ever be the kind of person that could really support a relationship the right way, be good for her the way she's good for him.

When she smiles back at him, he feels something flutter in his chest. When she asks him the question, it takes him a moment to think before-

"Yeah, I mean, I never sleep anyway, but... I don't want it to end."

The night, he means.