"Sweetheart, your brain is a rare and beautiful treasure that makes sense of even the most magical of thinking," John said affectionately. Nat had been the one to suggest anchors in the first place and that she'd come to that point without the background knowledge was impressive. "Binding souls, now that's an easy pact to make," he told her getting to the nitty-gritty of it. "That's not the kind of pact you can break," John knew that from first-hand experience, "and not something I'd tie you or anyone else to unless I knew it could be broken."
Ah, that kiss was everything to John and more. That Natasha understood him mattered more than anything in this world and he melted into the kiss as though it were life-giving. Words really were overrated when you got right down to it, weren't they? Still, this was John and he couldn't let the moment go by without remark, she might think he'd been given a personality bypass or worse. "You too, sweetheart, all day," he said against her lips.
"Starting to see where the boundaries of this relationship lie, eh?" he said as he took Nat's hand with a grin and, very carefully, stepped into the gondola beside her. "As long as I'm not drowning in chocolate, we're all good but the second I need a bailout, ta-ta, John, you're on your own," he teased. He didn't trust himself not to fall in standing and quickly took a seat, trying not to rock the boat. "Right comfy, this," he told her giving her hand a gentle tug, "come and see."