"Poor King... Heavy hangs the head that wears the crown," she teased, picking up her pace again to poke him in the side. Still, she knew firsthand how - especially at the start of all of that - Gobo often couldn't get a moment to himself. That wasn't just down at the Rock- Which made it really nice, even special, that he'd taken this trip with her. He could have gone alone, but he hadn't. And she was glad about that, just as she was glad that this trip was going well. Their trips often did not - the failed birthday camp-out or the tar mishap came to mind straight away.

Actually, to say those trips hadn't gone well was incorrect. They just hadn't gone as planned; still, they'd brought the two friends even closer, both incidents. The camping trip that didn't happen was easily her favorite birthday memory, and it hadn't even been her birthday.

...She hadn't been aware of reaching for Gobo's hand, but when she did realize she was holding it, the idea of letting go seemed silly. Instead, she laced their fingers together. Yeah, that felt right.