Ryker snorted. "What's up- the sky. Or ceiling. Whichever you argue. But to answer your question, you smell like flowers, and a light summer breeze, with a hint of horses, so yes you smell good." He answered, wrinkling his nose slightly as he realized how weird that sounded. His trademark thinking face came on, with his slightly furrowed eyebrows and eyes that were staring into space, before he focused back on Abby. "So that sounds a little weird, don't mind me." He finally added sheepishly.

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Abby giggled "just a little. It's ok though. You smell a LOT like horses. " she kissed him before laying her head on his shoulder

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Ryker smiled a little. "Well I'm glad I don't smell horrible." He joked, kissing her back, and not even starting to wonder when they could sit down. Nawww. He could stand here forever, he felt. If Abby was in his arms, he'd be happy anywhere in the world right now.

Abby kept her legs around her. She would never let go unless she got to heavy. Wait... "Am I heavy?" She stopped and looked at him. "Nah. Your strong enough. Them arms can hold me forever right?" She poked at his biceps before hugging his neck.

Ryker was only mildly tired, but at this point he'd run through the sahara desert and swim through the deepest ocean to live in this moment forever, knowing he was stuck with the love of his life for the rest of his life. As she spoke he opened his eyes. "Weird question, and it looks like you already have your own answer. Forever may not be the right word, but you can count of me not falling asleep for a while." He joked with a small grin, the blazing orange ball of fire in the sky slowly sinking, shining through their windows to light up certain spots on the floor.

Abby kissed him "I love you. Always and forever. To the moon and back. No. To Pluto and back. Nah. All the way around the galaxy and to the furthest galaxy and back for all eternity. That's how much I love you. " she was smiling at her own words. "That's confusing. Oh well. Good luck sticking with me for all eternity" she kissed him again. Unable to control herself, she looked him in the eyes, her hands on his chest. "Didnt you say that I could get to see them amazing muscles when we got married?" A smirk traveled across her mouth as she kissed him again

Ryker lifted his eyebrows slightly at her amazing explanation of exactly how much she loved him. "Naw, it makes sense. If it helps, I'll say it a little simpler... there ain't words or distances in the universe or beyond to express how much I love you." He smiled, reciprocating the kiss with a warm feeling in his heart. However sappy that sounded, it was true. As she spoke he fought the urge to be like *haha yeah ***drops her*** bye* and just leave. There was a muuuuch deeper reason than the simple -I don't want to be a show-off blah blah blah- thing. He didn't want her to see all the scars. The wounds so deep they left permanent marks, never to leave. The damage done by his father was much more than emotional, and Ryker hated for anyone to know that. Really, the only person that did, since both his biological parents were dead, was Martin. However, he hid all this doubt and uncertainty, offering a slightly smaller smile instead. "Yesss I might have said that."

Abby smiled again and again, her mouth stretching into a bigger smile each time. She couldn't stop smiling. She was so happy. She would never be happier. She loosened her death grip with her legs from around his waist. She still held onto him but didn't cut off his circulation to the bottom half of his body like she was before. "What's wrong?" She asked, her head tilted a little as he spoke.

Ryker was just the tiniest bit relived when he saw a brighter future for his legs, that didn't include collapsing on the floor and waiting a couple days for the blood to find them again. He was glad that Abby was happy, and 99 percent of his brain was very happy too, but that 1 percent worried if she wouldn't be okay witht eh scars or if she'd think they were ugly, or worst of all, if that silly pitying look most people got when told about something bad that happened to you. He hated being pitied. Her words brought him back to the present. "Nothing is wrong. Just daydreaming at this point." He joked with a smile- it wasn't WRONG. He was kind of daydreaming.

Her smile was slowly replaced. With what? She didn't know. She just stared into his eyes. She couldn't tell if she wanted to take matters into her own hands and beg him to tell her, or if she wanted to just let him open up by himself. She chose the latter and laid her head on his shoulder. "Well... now I'm lost. What do we do. Do I get down? I don't want to but if I have to I will" she gave a light kiss to his neck.