[he lets her lead, thoughts already drifting as a few memories of visits past resurface. but they don't last for long, broken by her cheerful force and excitement. before he could even respond, there goes those fireworks booming above them. and fireworks being fireworks, he can't help but be distracted, his attention turning more to them. it's only after the first couple does he glance down at her.]
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Told you it was a good spot.
[there's a bit of his old confident grin.]