[Of course, Rory was not laughing or even smiling. He looked up to check for mistletoe before he sank down upon a chair and stared at the drinks. The steam from them looked inviting, and he was certain wrapping his hands around a cup would get his fingers warmed in no time. Yet he did not take any. That would mean he intended to drink it. Instead, he folded his hands over his midsection.]
Not even on the same planet. Sure as fuck feels like home to me!
But I'm later. This should be the last time, though!
[Of course, Rory was not laughing or even smiling. He looked up to check for mistletoe before he sank down upon a chair and stared at the drinks. The steam from them looked inviting, and he was certain wrapping his hands around a cup would get his fingers warmed in no time. Yet he did not take any. That would mean he intended to drink it. Instead, he folded his hands over his midsection.]
Not even on the same planet. Sure as fuck feels like home to me!