Practice

Hal just rolled his eyes at Sam's complement, glad she put the focus back onto herself. He grinned and turned to look at her a moment, trying to imagine a younger version with braces. A chuckle slipped out. "I definitely need to see a picture of that. I have a hard time believing you and 'train wreck' belong in the same sentence." 

Going through the rest of the album took up some more time, and soon, the light outside was beginning to change, signalling evening was close. Still on the couch, still next to Sam, Hal's feet were up on the coffee table as he half watched a show on tv about seeing eye dogs. His stomach growling broke the atmosphere though, and he swiveled his head to give Sam a sheepish look. "I guess... maybe I'm hungry." 

He searched her eyes for a moment and inwardly cringed. He'd kept her here all day, and he felt bad about it. Especially since they'd had such a different kind of day planned in the first place. Though he was still quite upset about Alison, he felt better on the surface, and at least wasn't as miserable as earlier. He was emotionally drained though, so any thought of going out was tiring in itself. But if he were really honest with himself... he really didn't feel like being alone just yet.

"Would you... like to stay for supper? We could... order pizza out or something... if you want?" 


Zan's eyes twinkled as he nodded. "Of course." Getting to his feet, he then jogged back to the car to grab his frisbee out of the trunk, then returned. "Come on." He grinned as he aimed for a nearby disc golf basket to start out. "New fad is disc golf, but I just like throwing it back and forth. But first, just to practice..." He stood in front of Destiny and showed her how to hold the frisbee, and how he used his wrist to flick it forward. After he released it, it drifted softly into the basket. Turning around, he gave her a sheepish look. "I don't always have the best of aim, so I apologize in advance."

He retrieved the frisbee and came back, this time, coming around behind her. He set one hand on her shoulder, and his other arm came around her to place his hand over hers, letting her hold the frisbee. He moved her hand to direct her. "It's all in the wrist with these things. So you just, curl back..." He gently moved her hand into the right position. "Then aim at your target and... throw it." The frisbee didn't land in the basket, but it at least bounced off the rim. 

Looking over her shoulder at her, he grinned. "I think I'm the one who messed that one up. Wanna practice a few, then we can throw it back and forth?"