Walk with you in the wind

Heavily inspired by this scene from AceQueenKings’s wnaso fic: “For a few minutes, she nattered without end about all the things ma and her had planned to grow, and he nodded appreciatively to each one. It was one thing she loved about him; he’d always taken an interest in what she said, even if it was foreign to him. Some old fondness made her feel a little self-conscious as she waited for him to tell her what it was he’d come for; still, she felt something inside her that had been held too tense melt just a little bit as he ran his fingertips over her knuckles while she talked about spinach and romaine, carrots and radishes.“