A/N: Requested on tumblr for a drabble meme as the one word prompt/theme: "Overwhelmed."
The first thing April notices about the Canyon is the smell. It's an earthy, dull odor that's difficult to differentiate from the endless vistas of brown and dirt thus far, and along with it came that undefined, but obvious, taste of heat that permeated the air in the same way a drink of water is familiar. It's not necessarily bad, nor does it really do anything other than kind of get on her nerves, but it's right there along with the vastness before her eyes. They'd crossed, and lived in, flat states - the kind of dull that made her want to stab pens into her eyeballs, thankfully saved by the dulcet tones of Andy's singing voice - but this wasn't that. It wasn't boring, or flat. It was just… big. The sheer bigness of it all made her head do a twirl, her mind a flip, and before she knew it April was staring at this hole in the ground like it meant something.
It did, though. It was Andy's bucket list, and they were here now; together, and there, and watching everything from the sun still half in the sky, not quite blood red but spilling a particular shade of orange over the huge canyon. Andy stepped out of the car a moment later, quickly drawing her out of her reverie with a dumbstruck exhalation.
"Whoa," is all he could come up with.
April just kept her mouth shut because otherwise she'd say the same thing.
He walked a few steps forward until they were both in front of the car, sitting on it like it wasn't her dad's and didn't just groan from his weight. With the dry heat on them, and the sun beginning its descent out of the sky, April didn't feel that uncomfortable sliding between his legs and sitting in his lap. More than anything, it seemed natural.
"So… here we are," she said slowly, staring out and over that incomprehensible depth. Well, she could literally see it but April still didn't have the faintest idea what a mile deep even meant realistically. "Is it… um, is it-?"
She meant to ask him if it was everything he dreamed of. Would it be? In the end, this was all because just the idea of it being the last day on Earth (even if, as a rational human being, she knew it wasn't that likely) sent her into a spiral. What would she say to him? What could she say to him? Would Andy have something he'd been hiding to bring to the forefront, and what would that be? All these questions, and more, plagued her. So, in an effort to stave them off, April did everything she could for him off of that list. What could he say to her other than thank you or I love you?
He doesn't say any of that; and he doesn't say what she was afraid of, irrationally and like an idiot child with no concept of reality; and he, actually, doesn't say a word.
Andy only put his hands on her waist, let his chin on her shoulder, and when she turned her head to speak he kissed her. With that, she didn't need to hear anything from him. Not for a while, at least. Later he would understand, and she might be able to tell him underneath a starlit sky next to one of the most mind boggling sights she'd ever laid eyes on in her life.