Date: 2012-03-26 05:47 am (UTC)
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Her smile tugs at him, drawing his lips to curve upward into a much wider grin. He shifts his umbrella back to his empty hand and lifts it to her in a genial wave; "Any time."

As he watches her open the door, he can feel the weight lifting off his shoulders and the gentle chill of the late night wrapping around him - the low thrum of the crickets' song lulling him to a calm he hasn't felt in a very long time.

"Good night."
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