( She feels the words rather than hear them, not saying anything as the wind picks up around them. No fighting, but there's still so much to talk about and she has no idea how to broach the topic other than bluntly.
So her hand reaches back, pressing gently against his shoulderblade before she pulls away, looking over the shoreline for somewhere less exposed to the wind. )
C'mon.
( There's a rocky edge a few yards down which looks like it avoids the worst of the wind, and it might just be easier to talk there. )
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So her hand reaches back, pressing gently against his shoulderblade before she pulls away, looking over the shoreline for somewhere less exposed to the wind. )
C'mon.
( There's a rocky edge a few yards down which looks like it avoids the worst of the wind, and it might just be easier to talk there. )