MHA #8, Sunday

The subject of dates, specifically dates with Faye, had come up in multiple conversations for Stark this week. He’d spent a bit of time considering ideas for future excursions as a result. He wouldn’t mind another space trip, certainly. The mainland was an option. Something here on the island. There were restaurants neither one of them had ever been to here. There were plenty of things they could do.

For the moment though, Stark was content for the two of them to be here in his apartment. Going out could be wonderful but staying in made him just as happy. Having food delivered was sometimes preferable to eating somewhere else and that was his plan for today. It wasn't much of a plan, really, but that was fine.

Sometimes it was better not to have any sort of audience. Faye was much cuddlier in private. They both were. Sitting on his couch without anyone else around made it easier to be as affectionate as Stark wanted to be.


[For the favorite neighbor. No, not you, Liam.]