Clearing The Air
"And change it for the better, I assume?" He sat up some more and grabbed her hand in his, though his grip was a bit tight. He didn’t want to admit the possibility that they were a bad idea; if anything, their relationship was hardly an idea, it was just an event that happened- and judging from all it’s been put through, it managed to make something of itself that at least brightened his day and at most- well, he was just trying to focus on her story at the moment- sentiments could wait till she was done.
"We aren’t here to just talk about the mistakes we made, Morgan." Ralph brought an arm around her, his small forelegs reaching out to her upper arm and brushing against it on account of being out of reach. "But if you think that whatever happened with this man on the moon is important to know about ya, I’m all ears."
*Morgan flinched slightly, but only from the tightness of Ralph’s grip. In response, she snuggled slightly into his chest, such as she could with his hard carapace. She planted a kiss under his chin before continuing.*
Her recounting of the story of this man on the moon was very reminiscent of the Turbo incident; someone who wasn’t happy with events they had no control over going out and trying to destroy the threat, only to be forced into seclusion and likely thought dead. It made the story that much easier to remember at least, perhaps even relatable, and he could sympathize. But a part of him wanted to acknowledge the possibility that there may have been a system in place for a reason, that gates are meant to protect as much as they shut out, but he couldn’t say that without obviously stepping on her toes about the romance in the first place.
"I’m guessing you were his best bet for busting him out, since you both had a thing against that Gate, huh?" He asked, his grip on her hand letting up as he moved it to rest by his side, his head on top of her’s.