"Well, it will be real.. the second time you know? Once Wayne thinks he's a stud, he'll go find himself a girl for real. It's a fool-proof plan really," Harold nodded to himself. He pulled her hand into his lap, scooching over a little so they were pressed hip to hip, and held her hand in both of his.
"I don't know, I think that was my favourite," He told her softly, before frowning slightly, "Are you cold? It's getting pretty cold." And dark, as the sun set and what little light sinking through the trees grew even softer.