Room 334, Copacabana Palace, Rio, Sunday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Despite some major bumps along the way, this Spring Break week had righted itself eventually, even if it hadn't been without a lot of painful past things discussed. Natalie supposed that was something you did when you wanted your relationship to be about more than just hanging out.

Not that that made it any easier.

But waking up seemed to be easy today, at least in the sense that coming into consciousness wasn't immediately followed by being metaphorically hit in the face with the mistakes of days past. With a sigh, she covered the arm around her with her own, and slid her fingers between Sam's. This morning was already better than the previous one had been.

[ooc: For one, and inna separate post to not break the trip one (again, sorry about that)!]

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[necroslacker]

"Hmm?" He slid his leg against hers and gave her a light smile. "What for?"

[whenshewasnice]

"For..." Well, she didn't really know how to put it. Not when she didn't really want to acknowledge the vulnerability she'd showed off earlier in words. "Being you, I guess."

[necroslacker]

"That's the only person I can be," he murmured, nuzzling her cheek slightly. "You're welcome. Thanks for being you too."

See, he wasn't making her talk about it.

[whenshewasnice]

And Natalie was very, very glad about that. She gave a content sigh and closed her eyes again. "We don't have to pack yet, do we?"

[necroslacker]

"I don't think so," Sam said, shaking his head and settling down again. "There's time. Lots and lots of..."

He sighed and settled down close to her again. "...time."

[whenshewasnice]

"Okay. Good."

Then they could just... stay, for a while. And she could turn more towards him and pretend she hadn't gotten selfconscious about anything at all, and she could just enjoy herself for a while.

Seemed good.