Re: Fireworks
"I only have to roll you over half the lawn," he pointed out, nodding his head slightly his room's area, the old stables turned into living quarters. Course, he knew he was being a little gutsy casually noting that. Mia usually avoided the manor, and certainly staying the night. But it was a nice thought of her being comfortable enough to crash in a food coma there, if nothing else.
Parts of their lives they hadn't tangled yet. Like this had been the first large gathering of them out together as a couple, and he'd had to check himself a few times from purposefully lingering by her. He didn't have to stand by her every second to prove he was really with her. Even though he'd been asked plenty of questions about where his girlfriend was when he went to mingle with other people. (And marking mentally the social expectation of others that couples needed to stay constantly linked at the elbow in socially open spaces and deciding he was glad to break that.) He'd also marked who seemed to disapprove, approve, and who seemed indifferent. Even those little pieces of information could prove useful later on, and that's all it was. Information.
Bruce's opinion (and very minorly the rest of the family's) was really about the only one that counted. If he hadn't made any disapproving throat noises, there wasn't a problem.
"Awful," he said with familiar affection back, kissing her temple. He had a nice view of her face being lit up by white and blue, the sparks reflecting in the lens of her eye. He felt his mind go to a quieter hum, then just leaned on her and looked up at the next BOOM, watching the scatter of light and color. "Been a good day," he murmured.