[ He can hear footsteps on his heels as he descends into the shadows of the unlit spa, Dancing Lights currently not in use by anyone to make the roots glow a rainbow as usual. He lurks in wait until he's sure he recognises the culprit and springs out to snatch Molly by the waist, whirling him into a cosy hug from behind, lips on his neck. ]
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An hour, hmm?