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There was a giddiness that she felt over the fact that Dolly would be indeed with her for a while, that she just seemed genuinely happy. "Okay, tomorrow." Simply nodding and smiling as he spoke, but her mind already thinking about snuggling with the dog when reading or walks and hiking on routes she had yet to explore. "Ah, so you're trusting local law enforcement? I should expect you back in three to four weeks instead then." It was half a joke. "As long as you remember everything and take good enough notes, paperwork can be done anywhere."

Her thoughts showed on her face? Cared? He only cares because he doesn't know you, she convinced herself and shook the thoughts away. She could have misconstrued this conversation, just him speaking in general, she needed to stop being so comfortable around him. It confused her at times, caught between what was really her or a face that was being shown. She hated it, still unsure in who she actually was now in this new life. "Ah the brainiacs."

"See the fact that you know their astrological signs and that yours isn't there often just shows the early signs!" It was the pot calling the kettle black seeing how she had a small line art tattoo of the Scorpio constellation on her left rib just above where her heart was. She didn't give astrology any weight but she had learned to appreciate the stars when she was out at sea. "Its you doing your homework and making sure that others don't suspect you. Tell me, what does me being a scorpio mean? Am I a serial killer?" The last part was said in a playful whisper, then she laughed. "So you admit it! You just bother me to annoy me! You admitted it. No taking it back now."

"I have a lot," the words were emphasized, because it was true. "Like I said I really like them. Wanted to be a keeper once but then found out they were automated now so that was a bummer." she laughed. " And no, I'd probably make it white with different colored polka dots. Or with red stripes that look like the stitching on a baseball, or maybe have Orion just chose his favorite color. I don't know, never thought about it, but I think its standard for them to be white, red or a variation of it. I'd be very boring and unimaginative with it."

The warmth and softness of the sweater was not something she expected but it was more than that. There was a faint smell of his cologne and warmth remaining on it, and it felt like being hugged. "I see what you mean," she replied but she just watched as he drove so confidently. There were small things that she was noticing that she hadn't before, unsure why. "No, I couldn't bear to part you from a sweater this comfortable, unless you somehow had them in bulk. Then I'd be mad that you hadn't shared sooner." Also making mental notes about the hidden pocket.

"Ah," she exclaimed yet again. " Another misconception. Plenty of women were wickies. Most inherited from their husbands, or through their families. In fact, the life of a wickie had been so solitary and demanding in the beginning that the government began to hire people with families. That way they wouldn't be alone and the family would help them with the duties, which there were a lot of by the way. Gardening, farm animals, repairs, salt deterioration, keeping the fire lit that needed to be kept up 24 hours a day, responding to emergencies and ship wrecks. it was hard and laborious. But sometimes life of a wickie was all some knew and even daughters kept it up when their parents passed away." Her eyes squinted as she looked ahead trying to recall a fact way back in her head, a name. "In California, Thelma Austin, her dad kept a lighthouse and when he passed away from a broken heart, she petitioned to be the keeper. Saying that she did not think the role romantic or looking for adventure but that having been raised in that lighthouse that it was ' a sacred duty to perform.' And on the East Coast, Ida Lewis was a wickie for 50 or so years, her father had been a wickie so she grew up in that life. She regularly saved people from capsized ships, first recorded one she had was when she was 12 years old. Because of her savings she was known during her day, a famous lightkeeper and hero, regularly saving lives and got a silver medal and parade." She realized that she had ranted more than she had initially wanted. "Yikes, sorry. I didn't mean to go off like that." For the first time she had become self conscious and actually shy about how she came off. But then he was telling her to look the way he was pointing.

Leaning over, her hand fell on top of his hand on his thigh as she tried to not block his view of the road while also trying to get a good look out of his window. Her face came out of the sweater and a big smile came across her face as she saw what he pointed at. The lighthouse. No matter how many she saw one, she would never get over what a sight they are. "It's beautiful," she simply said, eyes glued to it through his window before she realized she was all over his side. " Oh, sorry." She pulled back and sat in her seat properly. "Just excited." Reminding herself that they would be there soon held her over. "You know, there are some lighthouses you can actually stay at? Also, I never asked you, what color would you paint a lighthouse?"

That beaming smile wasn't overlooked. That made him smile in return. "Oh, I'll bring her bag of food to the office. One bag should cover you for the two weeks. I'll pack her bag too. She does sleep with one of my old alumni sweaters and thats just when she gets ansty. Which I can assume will happen by the second week. Don't leave for longer than a week so this would be a first for her. But you will have loads of fun. Can't wait to hear all about your adventures when I come back. She loves biscuits. She will give you the eyes if she sees you have the box. It's happened to me before. Clearly knows I won't say no."

"Good thing obligation has no place here." Wally smiled softly meaning the sentiment. He wanted to be there with her. "Maybe to other people but not to me. I'm one of those boring ones who likes to stick to one." The way he looked at her was pretty obvious if she really paid attention. "Consider it done then. Tomorrow I'll come by. Should be back next Wednesday if the detective on sight isn't a lazy fuck. What might be the delay is the paper work."

He hummed as his head nodded. "You are. It's all in your face. Your thoughts show on your face sometimes. Maybe it's just me you do it with who knows. Sometimes it comes right after I surprise you with something. It's pretty funny." He didn't think anything of it really. It was just fun to see her face turn into a wheel of emotions. "You don't have to know someone long to know their cues. Not if they care about said person. Everyone does it, some do it for the wrong reasons but listening to someone when they talk even if they don't say a lot, just makes it easier to get to know them. If said person built a brick wall, well patience goes a long way to let them know it is okay to let that guard down. They're not going to get hurt." He shrugged, "I took a class at Quantico but it wasn't my forte. That's more for forensics and analysts."

All he could was hold back that chuckle that threatened to spill. "Just be glad I didn't keep the entire receipt. This was gentleman behavior." When she seemed to agree he grinned like he had just won that elusive teddy bear at the county fair. "It better be a super cold treat. Freezing ice cold." That spoke to his inability to get cold. He always ran warm. That was probably the reason his family always loved to snuggle up next to him when they went to cold places or the supermarket frozen aisles.

"Oh, so all I needed to do was ask? I didn't know that. Again, I'm blaming this on you." A dimpled smile shot at her as he looked back to the road. Letting out a playful eye roll he smirked. "That's what you think." Would he turn competitive just for the sake of watching her challenge him like she did every other time? That was clear in his smile he gave her. "You're ridiculous. Guess you'll just have to trust me. Maybe watch out for signs that I may be a serial killer. Though doubtful, they aren't many that are Sags." Wally teased as he didn't believe in that. Birth signs had nothing to do with people and their behaviors. "Besides, you're too fun to kill off. That'd shoot me in the foot. I hate quiet. Who else would I annoy."

He looked at her with that small smirk he did whenever she had him fascinated by a topic of hers she'd run with. It was nice to hear her talk about something like she'd heard him. There was so much on the surface that hid in plain sight and one of those was the fact that she was just as nerdy as he was. That alone made him chuckle to himself making his green eyes sparkle with genuine amusement. "They were inventive that's for sure. Think about it lighting fires to act as the flare so they'd be seen. What other facts do you have? Do you think if you could pick a color for a lighthouse you'd choose red?"

The laugh couldn't be helped as he took a quick look at her in his sweater. "Ah, so you notice." He smiled clearly wanting to tease her. The sight a welcomed one as he thought she looked adorable. His eyes went back to the road as he backed out one handed and left his other hand over his thigh. Anyone else would fear the dark but he was used to it. These were the parts he learned to drive around first so now he was more than one with the darkened streets. "If I could live in them I would. You look good in it. Keep it. Afraid I ruined hoodies for you. Won't find one as comfortable as that one. Did you know it has an inside inner pocket for the super cold months. Not that we have them here in Hawaii but still hidden compartment." He still couldn't help chuckling thinking she was cute and noticed how relaxed she was in the moment. Fearing if he said anything else on it she'd revert back to acting like she needed to be rigid he kept his mouth shut and focused on the drive.

"Egypt?" His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Kind of a big bummer that the earthquake made it blur out of existence and now someone else took the credit. Fascinating though. Now, see," he sighed as he made that turn over the cliffs slowly. "I didn't know that. That's got to be the most fun job. Imagine telling someone they get to man it. Though, why is it man and not womanned?" A little silly he had to add. "It's scientific fact that women are stronger, better, smarter." A robotic tone took over as he drove slowly. "Look over at my side." He pointed over to where the lighthouse could be seen over the horizon making it collide with a tall cliff and making the water shine.