..Then again, she was damn near in his lap at that very moment, so maybe Morgan shouldn't have been scandalized by the notion of riding a broomstick with Tom Farley. She swallowed thickly as she truly realized just how close they were, and it seemed to make the warmth of him against her side all the more intense. Surely that was just her imagination, this abrupt realization of man at her side. It had been so long since she'd been close to a male like this, after all, and it wasn't like they were anything more than.. fellow explorers? Friends, even? Perhaps it was actually friends, because he said he didn't think she was weird, and to her own astonishment, Morgan believed him.
She completely forgot about the dragons, and sat there looking at his profile in the wan moonlight, clutching her camera in small hands, while Tom told her about his doomed foray into the world of romance. Three years was longer than any she'd had, by a great deal. Six months was her record, which was a little sad, she supposed. But maybe it was better than what he was describing. Morgan was no expert in human behavior, didn't understand most people, to be honest, but she thought maybe she had an idea.. one she didn't get chance to voice before he was apologizing. She briskly shook her head, and gave him a smile that was undeniably warm, if a bit shy.
"No, it's okay, you didn't ruin anything. I.. like listening to you talk. You have a very pleasant voice, and.. well you probably get this a lot from silly American girls like me, but your accent is extremely attractive."
Oh, god, had she actually said that out loud? Normally Morgan didn't much care when her slightest thoughts completely bypassed the filter between her brain and mouth, but that was a horribly embarrassing thing to admit. Feeling an intense flush steal into her cheeks, she looked quickly away, focusing instead on (unnecessarily) fiddling with her camera while she tried to stammer her way into a different line of conversation. He was good-looking, smart, nice, interesting.. she had the sudden powerful fear that he'd figure out she thought all those things about him, just by looking at her.
"Um.. I'm not good at understanding people, like you, but.. maybe she just didn't want to be alone? ..I don't really know. I.. well, maybe this is my complete and total lack of experience talking.. I think it would be nice to be with someone who understood me. No one ever really has. I just think it might be.. comforting, to be able to not even have to say anything, and have the person I'm with know just what I need. Maybe that's stupid of me."