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[Sliding fingers up and down Jamie's back, Max nods. He knows about what the mountains there are like. He hasn't been there, but he's seen pictures and heard about places like Rock City on top of Lookout Mountain. There were signs for it for a long while when he was driving across the country. He caught glimpses of the smokies but mostly drove around them. ]

Then we can visit Tennessee. Isn't there a place called Dollywood out there near the mountains? It's like a theme park about Dolly Parton, right? Sounds like a good time. I'm sure we can find a nice little out-of-the-way cabin, too.

[Max can feel the give and take in Jamie's feelings about home. Now's not the time to get into it, but he can tell that Jamie means it about the mountains; the feelings easily translate and soften Max's heart as they do. How can Max not love Jamie this much when he makes it so fucking easy. The way their hearts entwine now, and emotions intermingle makes Max want to be closer to Jamie than ever before. ]

...and I you. Are you feeling sleepy yet, or do you want to keep talking?

[Max doesn't mind it but doesn't want to keep Jamie from getting some much-needed rest. They'll have plenty of time in the morning to continue talking about everything in the morning. ]

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Without much trouble, yeah. We can find somewhere quiet without a problem. Drive in and check out some stuff, too. [He smiles, pleased that Max is willing to go along with it. Not that he didn't think he would, but it'd be nice to show him something. Share a little bit of what life was like, before Jamie found him.

He hums a little in response to the question, seems a little unsure for a moment as he considers.] I think -- sleep might be good. I don't know. I feel kind of wiped out.

[He's reluctant about it, enjoys curling up and talking too much to ever really want to end it, but it's been a weird evening. And it's not like Max is going anywhere, or ever seems to mind talking. Another thing Jamie's a little amazed by sometimes. Part of him's pretty sure he's going to get boring at some point, but it means a lot that it hasn't happened yet.]

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That sounds nice. We can talk more about it in the morning. I can feel how tired you are. Let's sleep, and then in the morning, when you're a little less worn out, we can talk more. You know I can talk to you forever.

[It's true, there's always so much to talk about between them. In many ways, they're still partially strangers to one another. They may be close and feel all that there is, but their pasts and much of who they were before coming together still lay hidden.

Max has no fear that they'll get there and eventually know one another inside and out. He wants to rest right now, so he gathers Jamie closer and nuzzles in, closing his eyes until he finally dozes off for the night.

There's nothing until morning comes, and he's blessed to watch Jamie as he sleeps, still wrapped partially in Max's embrace. Sure, his arm is mostly asleep, but he doesn't move beyond a slight touch of his lips to his lover's forehead. There's nothing more beautiful -- more perfect than this, right here. Max wishes he could hold this moment in a bottle and keep it forever.