And Bobby? Well, he had to everything not to give the nicely placed butt a teasing pinch or pat. He was a gentleman after all! No, really! He was! He tried to be, anyway, and pinching a girl's butt just wasn't nice. Ever. Well, that's what he remembered hearing once.
Keeping his hands on the swing's chains, he pulled it back as he took a few steps back before letting it go. He caught it every so often as she swung back towards him and gave her another push.
It was so simplistic and innocent. He missed when things were like that. Now it was complicated and torn. It wasn't even that bad when Magneto had been running the country, or trying to. He caught the swing it came back to him, blinking a few times. He really hadn't just had that thought, had he?
No. No, of course not. Shaking his head, Bobby glanced up at the back of Paige's head, and moving his hands from the swing, moved them to her sides and began poking at her with a smirk. "Ticklish, Guthrie?"