[Rory takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around her shoulders and turn his face into hers, pressing a soft, long kiss to her temple. Oddly enough, given their location and their topic of conversation, he feels quite content]

You could've kissed me too, you know.

[sighs, and breathes in the smell of her hair]

But it was a good day. I did have fun. That park was lovely, and I don't think I've had a better curry since ...

[just shakes his head, grinning to himself. Of course she wanted him to kiss her, it figures she would have--and looking back on those three years of crossed wires and missed opportunities, it all seems like a bad, horribly cheesy romcom now]

Eurgh, Amy ... I would have minded spitting it out, that's just--disgusting.

[which he realizes is a double standard but for some reason spitting out liquid is less offensive to him than chewed food]

How long did you get grounded for again when we got back?

[because of course they'd been caught, the ticket seller at the train station recognized them]

I think everyone was just shocked that I went along with it.

[comfortably leaning back, his thumb idly worrying at her shoulder]

Didn't stop you from sneaking over at night though ... like when that one psychiatrist said we needed to be separated? [he's quiet for a moment as he remembers: more nights spent sitting on the roof outside his bedroom window, despite the danger of being caught and being grounded even longer. He'd gotten up the nerve to kiss her a few times before she got tired of waiting on him. Those hours had flown by all too quickly]

Was all a bit terribly romantic, looking back on it, don't you think?

[no, she'd been after the thrill and rebellion and defiance of her aunt and his parents, like always; he'd been more concerned with getting caught, though the longer they went without being found out the more relaxed he got. Mostly, it was just two best friends spending time together the only way they could. Though the kissing was DEFINITELY an added bonus]

Story of our lives, probably.

[he turns his face to press a small kiss to her temple before settling back against her]

Your turn then ... give us a good memory.

[will absolutely be soaking that gesture of affection in like the somewhat rare thing it is, and barking out a short laugh]

That--that was horrid. [laughs more] And very embarrassing, I can't believe you remember that.

Easy for you to say. You weren't the one with a swollen face and a black eye.

[he's affected an air of wounded martyrdom, somewhat undercut by the fact that he's smiling]

He was being a pretty big git though. All--[he gestures vaguely with his free hand]--grabby.

Heeey. [he leans away a bit in order to look at her and make a genuine, totally put-upon Face] What are you trying to say? I resent that remark.

[go ahead and mention the Leaver's Ball, he dares you]

[affectionate eyeroll]

Maybe if I was, or you didn't play so bloody hard to get, we could've had ourselves sorted out ages ego, eh?

[and now he's just flat-out grinning, enough to make his eyes crinkle--he's definitely teasing her now]

None of that ... rubbish crossed wires stuff.

[and that makes him laugh a little, raising his eyebrows and making a 'well, you've got me there' face. Then he nudges her again]

It's impossible for you to bore me. Even if you were easy to get I probably still couldn't keep up with you.

he shifts a bit; he thinks there's a rock poking into his arse]

Right, so about that row ... [decides to roll with the spirit of things] Did you ever figure out why I was so angry?

[he rolls his eyes, barely, affectionately]

Besides that. That was the obvious reason, anyway.

[he makes as if to protest but stops that way, his open mouth stretching into a grin that's halfway between embarrassed and amused, and looks up at the sky, his jaw working while he decides what to say. He looks at her after a moment and his mouth is shut now, his lips pressed firmly together, but the effect is totally ruined because he's very obviously still smiling, and his shoulders are shaking lightly]

Well--

[he breathes out a laugh]

--I was just going to say I really quite fancied you, but if you want to put it that way--

[and then he stops, because he's spluttering around the edges now, trying not to laugh]

[he bumps his shoulders against hers right back]

You wouldn't have! You'd have laughed at me, teased me maybe, and never let me live it down. I know you. [waggles his eyebrows] You'd have made me work for it, too.