All she could do was shake her head. "Doesn't help that I'm the worlds worst massager"

"You're right, that probably wouldn't help, but you are also wrong. You are not the world's most massager, I assure you. I am." Tyler commented with a slight chuckle, though he still looked worried. "Is there anything i can do to help?" he asked

Abigail giggled. She shrugged and put her arms out towards him after patting the space behind her

Tyler made sure the guitar was in a safe position before standing and sitting back down again beside Abby.

Abby turned sideways and laid across his lap. She thought for a second before changing her mind and sitting up, laying her head on his shoulder. She couldn't get completely comforatable so she sat back up and scooted as close as she could and leaned against his chest, finally finding a comfy spot. She sighed

Tyler accepted he was just the new chair, and sat still through Abby's adjustings. "Anything bothering you?" He asked quietly after she had found a more comfortable spot, making sure he was comfortable leaning up against the wall

"I don't know..." she said. She couldn't stop thinking lately. She wanted to spend the rest of forever with Tyler but she didn't know if he wanted the same. She shrugged the persistant thought away

Tyler tilted his head and gazed at Abby for a moment before letting out a slow breath. (How old are they now? I believe Tyler is in his young twenties.. so Abby must be like 20 or 21)

(I'll say like 21)

abby looked up at him when he breathed slowly

(K. The grand finale will come, then. Muahaha)

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Tyler cast a smile down at Abby before standing up. "Can you walk a little further? I'd like to show you something." He said quietly, gesturing out the door