"I'm pretty sure I can get one up and running if we have enough parts and time. I've always wanted to try boating." In a land where nothing grows and everything is covered in dust, the idea of being out on the water increased in appeal with each passing day. Of course there was the possibilities of running into rough seas, unpredictable storms, and the probability of mutated sea life. Arc could not imagine a blue whale with a row of shark teeth and tentacles to pull large prey into its gaping maw. But as terrifying as that thought may have been, it was significantly outweighed by the prospect of finding their own little Shangri-La across the world. Even if it wasn't there, it would be a rewarding trip for the both of them.<br/><br/><i>'What makes you want things things so badly with her? Why do you...'<br/>
</i><br/>Arc's inner-monologue always questioned his perceived reality, but that time it had a point. There was some unknown quality about her that made him happy, some... thing that she did or said that just turned him into a warm mushy mess. But as new, and slightly unsettling, as it was, Arc couldn't get enough of it.<br/><br/>"We could do it," he repeated Madison's words, bringing his eyes up to hers. He stepped a bit closer and leaned forward with her, placing one hand on the console. "Sometimes I sit in the pilot's seat and imagine what it would be like to get out of here, to be in control of our own destiny." He smiled fondly, holding that memory close as he slowly turned his head toward her, catching her eyes with his. Her lips trembled just as his did, and the rush of her warm breath washed over him. They were only inches apart, close enough to count freckles even. Slowly he leaned forward, his words coming out as incomprehensible murmurs until their lips met, slightly spread. Arc's eyes closed, one hand moving to her waist and rest there, his palm flattened and barely touching her. That was another sensation he just could not get enough of: the feeling of her lips pressed against his.