The smile Curt managed made his sore jaw ache even more. His knuckles slid down Aurora's upper arm then back again. "I think you already did, earlier." Her hair smelled nice, Curt noted as he brushed the tip of his nose against it. He wasn't really one for cuddling, but he got a sense that the Canadian would tear his privates off and fly away with him if he didn't at least try to make the effort.
The night air was a little sticky, the breeze having died down from what little there had been earlier. He heard the crickets around them and his knuckles continued to brush lightly over her skin. "Glad I showed you that picture," he said after a few moments of reflection, a chuckle ebbing his words right out of his mouth.