<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence shielded his eyes with his hand and looked out at the landscape. <br/>&amp;quot;Hard to say, though by my estimate it should take us roughly a week and a half.  That's if we really move our asses.  If the weather and terrain keeps stable we should be able to make it in good time, but if not, I don't know.&amp;quot;<br/>Terrence lowered his hand and turned to her, opening his mouth as if to say something, then shutting it again with an unsure look on his face.<br/><br/>A few seconds passed before he opened his mouth again, &amp;quot;With you by my side, it shall be a journey I'm most willing to make.&amp;quot;  He looked her in the eyes once more before he began to walk, still having not gotten over that awkwardness that came with expressing himself literally.  It seemed the only time he could do so without shame was when she shared her virtue with him, though it had only happened twice.  He was sure he wished it to happen again, not just because of the physical sensations (the likes of which he was loathe to give up, for sure) but because of their wordless intimacy.</div></blockquote>