Somehow this had been the perfect date, he could feel it in his bones as they were weaving through the pumpkins. Even when he tripped over one, falling a bit into her with a warm laugh, his hand squeezing hers. "Sorry," he muttered.
"I like that you can hear me clearly," he admitted, having debated it for a moment. He supposed it could be bad if they ever got into a fight, but for now it was interesting and fun. He was enjoying exploring whatever it was that was happening. "I wonder what it means, would you be interested in a tarot reading when we go to lunch?" he asked curiously, free hand idly patting the pocket of his leather jacket to be sure that he had them on him still. "I want to see if they might help tell us why we're connected, if somehow we come from the same people."