[he's got one of her hands in his lap, fingers entwined with his and idly running his thumb across her knuckles. Rory indeed feels a bit awkward, but once he got past the fact that he was sort of sitting in front of his own grave, it wasn't so bad. The air is crisp and cool while Amy is warm and the ground around them is liberally covered in fallen leaves; it reminds him of home]
... Remember the time in year eleven you convinced me to skip school with you and we took a train to Bristol?
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... Remember the time in year eleven you convinced me to skip school with you and we took a train to Bristol?