Rusty pipes

Feeling lighter sensations on his back, a grin creases Mick's lips as he realizes Rosetta is giving him gentle kisses. He'd never tire of her affection.

Sighing deeply, he has to agree with her. "Yeah... I guess I'm having a hard time letting God take over. I just want... peace. Punishment is just turning Dylan further away from me... but he stole from Angel and won't even say why - I can't just do nothing, can I?"

He pauses, just trying to let Rosetta's hands help him relax. After a few minutes though, he shifts to be a little more on his side and pulls Rosetta down closer to him so her head could rest against his chest. There was moisture in his eyes that only she would ever see and no one else. His heart was in pieces and he just couldn't get them glued back together again.

He kisses the top of her head and runs his hand up and down her arm lovingly. "I love you," he whispers. "Thank you for standing by me." He quirks a little grin. "Or sitting with me."


Settling in close with Alice, Kyle doesn't think twice about it. They often cuddled together when they were alone, with more affection shown when not in public. It was a pure love, innocent and free of any intentions other than simply spending time together.

Resting his head on her shoulder, his arm drapes over her waist as he listens to her. "You're so nice." The comment was less than eloquent and he laughs at himself, giving Alice a little squeeze. "I don't know how I'd survive all this without you... I mean that."

Without warning, he starts to laugh again, the bed shaking slightly. "Remember when I called you pepper?" It had been on top of the ferris wheel... and it seemed like a lifetime ago. "I think it shoulda been something more... like tabasco sauce."


Cassy's comeback makes Leo's eyes widen a little, but he can't help laughing along with her, realizing that she'd been trying to make him feel better, but it wound up that both of them were stuck in their own speaking before thinking.

Grinning, he shakes his head and starts to say something when she speaks again. Feeling her hand next to his and hearing the new softness in her tone, Leo stops, pausing for what seemed way too long.

His hand seems to have a mind of its own as it shifts a little to rest on top of hers. "You're welcome," he replies quietly.

A whisper in his conscience warns him and he backs off, giving her a silly grin and breaking his own moment. Taking her hand, he gives a dramatic low bow, kissing the top of her hand. "Anything for a distressed damsel with bare walls and rusty pipes."

Widening his eyes a little, he remains bent in his bow. "I think I just said something stupid again."