Cameron looked up at him, running his fingertips in circles over his thigh sighing out. "It doesn't matter now does it?" his voice was soft, slightly hurt as he remembered the way Sebastian usually talked about Blaine when him and Milo were around, and pain shot up through him. "We have each other now.....isn't that enough?" he asked, nuzzling the others neck softly.
Cameron sighed softly. "I don't know why you do that... but just forget it, leave all of those people behind you. you have me...." he saw the expression on his face and reached for his hand, leaning in. "Or is it that i'm not enough?" he looked at him, curiosity stinging his eyes as he looked at his fiance'. "It doesn't matter does it? that you did all those things in the past, when this is the future. we're starting our life together.....in Paris. not in Ohio, everything is going to change...for the better.".
He looked over at him, eyebrows raised. "Well...I've been smoking in my backyard if that makes you feel better." he leaned close to him. "My lips are sealed, I wouldn't dare tell a soul." he whispered, a soft smile replacing a gaurded expression. "I love you no matter what." eh said smiling at him, clinging like a child to their parent.
She did laugh, even with the warning. A small giggle, but still. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself so that you could continue. When you finished, she couldn't help it and laughed again. "You need to live a little. Have an oreo once in a while," she joked. She smiled and held out her hand. "Tabitha. Nice to meet you Conner."
She laughed at that. "Who isn't these days?" she teased, grabbing the two bags she had with one hand and beginning the treck out to her jeep. She smiled at you and looked down at her bags on reflex. "Apples, milk, bread, Hershey's chocolate and crème soda." She chuckled and nodded at your bags. "How 'bout you?"
She chuckled quietly, fidgeting with her camera and all the nobs and settings for it. "I run a photography blog," she explained with a sheepish smile. You were straightening up again after emptying out the contents of your basket, looking up at her from under your eyelashes with a smirk when she took the picture. She giggled at your surprised expression and looked at the picture after saving it to the gallery. "Sorry," she chuckled. "But it turned out good."
Tabitha smiled and shook her head, waving her hand in front of her. "No, really, it's fine. I'm fine." Her smile was warm, her light brown eyes warm like burned sugar. The camera that hung from the strap around her neck seemed to burn and twitch against her stomach. A mischievous smile turned up the corners of her lips. She bit her lower lip in slight hesitation. "But, um," she looked down for a moment before looking back up to meet your eyes. :Do you mind if I take your picture?" She gestured to her favorite camera and smiled brightly. With that smile, she knew she could get whatever she wanted.
Tabitha had just needed to pick up the essentials: bread, milk, eggs. But it never hurt to grab a bag of apples for her horse, or her favorite candy bar. She had just handed over the money and was waiting for her change. She looked around and surveyed the store around her, Her eyes caught a pair of blue-grey ones and she smiled, turning back to the cashier, her dark hair framing her face. She stumbled slightly, a small squeak of surprise escaping her lips before she turned back around to see what had bumped into her. She looked down, spotting the cart that had hit her hip before looking back up at you. She shook her head and half smiled. "No harm done," she said with a shrug of a shoulder.