Re: 3-Acre Corn Maze!
"That's not even a question," Jimmy told the hoodie-dwelling chinchilla that spoke from the center of his chest, which had just finished rocking from Qiana's well-earned laugh. His arms loosened their grip around the Mexirish woman, but only so that he could look into her eyes again. Their faces matched, both tear-stained and moist from their shared experience in the maze. He pulled one arm up and used the oversized cuff of the sweater shirt to carefully dry Qiana's cheeks, being cautious not to ruin any of her remaining makeup.
"Uncle Alex seems nice," he said as the wetness on his cheeks started to dry in the cool night air. Jimmy smiled after he spoke, as the experience with Bookman's answer was much more meaningful to Warpath than he'd have expected. And he certainly understood Tress had jived well with the pale, even for a white man, Zaleski.
Somewhere within the maze, Inti knew that his loved ones were safe and also experienced their own happy awakenings. He looked forward to seeing both of his siblings as quickly as possible. However, this time was for Qiana alone.
"You honor me, Qi," he told her, both his arms back around her midsection. "Had I known our fate within the fog, I wouldn't have chosen anyone else to be by my side," he shared, his eyes focused downward on the tough chick with a tender soul he’d fallen head over heels for. “You’re more badass than I could ever be.”