โwrapped in paper. She handed it over to Shepherd.
โOpen it after dinner. I brought something for both of us while we eat,โ She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
The thing to share was a bottle of booze sheโd procured on her way over, also tucked away in her bag.
She just smiled at that. Shep looked out for her like no other, and Diana wasnโt quite sure what sheโd done to deserve it, but she wasnโt quite never ungrateful.
Di shoved her free hand into her ratty messengers bag and fished out the gift. A small rectangleโ
Shep shrugs, grinning at her anyway. He doesnโt care about fancy, he never has. He just wants to spend time with her, yโknow?
โNo worries, Diโฆ Really. I just want ya fed, hm?โ
The smile on her face gives away the fact that the attitude in her eye roll is all for show.
Diana lets him lead her inside, but with their hands locked together she doesnโt stray far. She wouldnโt either way.
โItโs not exactly steak dinner level fancy, Iโll warn you now.โ
Shep nearly whimpers as she separates from him, squirming a little under her gaze.
โPresents, huhโฆ? You can show โem to me over dinner.โ The youngest clone grins at her, tangling their fingers so he can lead her inside.
โJust came out,โ Diana hums. It turns into a breathy little laugh at the sound of her own last name.
She pulls back even though she could stay right there all night, โCome on, letโs go in, Iโve got gifts to show you.โ
Shepherd grumbles softly at her words, fingers tightening their grip in her dirtied shirt. Heโd missed her so fucking terribly.
โWโs with the last name, Rossiโฆ?โ He sighs, furrowing his brows a little.
She wraps her arms around him just as tight, grabbing her hands behind his back so she can pull him even closer.
โMissed you too, Clarkeโ She mumbles against him.
โWe went too long this time.โ