“Sweetheart,” I said softly. I reached across the seats between us and took his hand in my own. “I know. We’re going so that you can teach me to shoot. That way, we can go together each year. If you want to.” He stared at me for a few moments, our fingers still entwined. And then he turned toward the passenger side window and stared out at the passing trees and shimmering blue lakes. There was a slight hitch in his voice when he said, “Yeah. I want to.”
I'm such a simple person. Just have the older gruffer character call the younger one a pet name, very gently, and im there
