"Cracks everywhere, all over the surface…" Cero whispered, gazing into the distance. "It's just like you said."
"You remember that, huh?" Liz smiled, letting the back of her head rest against his chest. "I remember getting a bit political that time too, sorry…"
"I like politics."
"Me when I lie."
"..."
The two had walked through the desolate and cracked desert quite a bit before finally finding a tree under which to sit. With a picnic blanket below them, Cero was seated with his back against the tree, and Liz was seated with her back against Cero. His hand stroked the blanket for a moment, and his eyes went towards the picnic basket that Liz had brought with her, filled with fruit and snacks.
"Cute."
"I know, right?" She chuckled. "Men are the ones who usually do this, but I'm making an exception."
"We're making a lot of exceptions, aren't we?"
"We sure are." Liz nodded with a smile.
"When I asked about Wor, this is all you told me about it."
