Morag's high pitched shriek of laughter rattled down the barren hallways, riling up a few cheers from the drunks in the holding cells down the next corridor. She yelled down after them "go to sleep!" but giggled helplessly, before turning in his arms and allowing him one smile, an irresistible expression of affection that he'd torn out of her. Stupid pillock. She couldn't help but like him endlessly, even when she wanted to punch his stupid jaw and force him to leave her in her anguish.
"Aye, I'll leave you for a lemur and you can carry both of our bags," was her fond reply, and she stretched up her arms, hooking just the fingertips around his neck so she could hand, loose and free, hair streaming down behind her. Things always seemed so simple for Roger, and she envied him that. He always knew where he stood, always knew whom to trust and whom to love. Her life seemed imponderably difficult by comparison, but she'd never liked easy.
"Promise we will," she murmured. "Just for a day." Some day. Any day.