Before, she adds, with a small wave of fingers. "All of this is, too."
The 'this' gesture isn't expansive like before they got in here, when she was painting the clear air all across the front of them with 'The Future.' It's just the raise of hand, waved fingers between them, indicating the whole of this space, this place, the night. Whichever he decided to latch on to it as, they'd all be correct.
It takes her a second's consideration, where her hand pauses in midair, and Allison makes a discreet glance of the arc around them. Though not one that attempted being a secret. Just one that was subtly checking for how distant or not they were from any other groups, stragglers, anyone jockeying with a camera or mic, for what had populated behind that thought. It would not do to cause any of the numbers of kinds of stir's she could by not being aware of that either while deciding to speak in a crowded location.
She leans, what looks like easily and conversationally into his arm, for all the world another patron of the tour, sharing a private delighted moment. Her voice clips quieter so as not to carry, as she glances up through her lashes, only nearly not leaning her cheek against his arm in doing so. "I got home just in time to be told I'm being added to the leads for it, next season, and that I needed to be here to seal the deal."
Allison doesn't know how to stop the fond, all too secretive next-octave drop to her voice, when she leans even closer to him, like, perhaps, this is the greater of the two reveals: "I'm supposed to be dead to the world passed out right now."
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Before, she adds, with a small wave of fingers. "All of this is, too."
The 'this' gesture isn't expansive like before they got in here, when she was painting the clear air all across the front of them with 'The Future.' It's just the raise of hand, waved fingers between them, indicating the whole of this space, this place, the night. Whichever he decided to latch on to it as, they'd all be correct.
It takes her a second's consideration, where her hand pauses in midair, and Allison makes a discreet glance of the arc around them. Though not one that attempted being a secret. Just one that was subtly checking for how distant or not they were from any other groups, stragglers, anyone jockeying with a camera or mic, for what had populated behind that thought. It would not do to cause any of the numbers of kinds of stir's she could by not being aware of that either while deciding to speak in a crowded location.
She leans, what looks like easily and conversationally into his arm, for all the world another patron of the tour, sharing a private delighted moment. Her voice clips quieter so as not to carry, as she glances up through her lashes, only nearly not leaning her cheek against his arm in doing so. "I got home just in time to be told I'm being added to the leads for it, next season, and that I needed to be here to seal the deal."
Allison doesn't know how to stop the fond, all too secretive next-octave drop to her voice, when she leans even closer to him, like, perhaps, this is the greater of the two reveals: "I'm supposed to be dead to the world passed out right now."