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[goldenclothes]

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[goldenclothes]

[ she does. once she got up, all of her usual stubbornness bled out of her, any will to argue his kindness.

she sits, slow but accepting. she feels sluggish, unconsciously leaning against him, overwarm and tired. she presses her hands to her cheeks briefly, taking a breath through her mouth, wiping her hands away, pushing her hair back.

the motion slows over her ears and she sighs, letting her hands fall away. she'd forgotten that change. her worrying before had distracted her.

she'll feel ugly about it later. ]

[amberhearted]

[ He wraps an arm around her shoulders and lets her lean against him. If she feels overwarm, then perhaps she'll find some comfort, however small, in his coldness.

There is nothing he could say that would make this any better. He's been through this enough times to know when to speak through actions rather than words. ]

[goldenclothes]

[ it is welcome. she'll warm him up in no time but for now, the initial chill makes her feel a little better. she has the tissues now, and she sniffs, putting them to her nose and holding them there for a moment.

he still smells like sleep. still in his pajamas. she'd already gotten up and done things, the morning is almost all used up, but it doesn't even seem to matter now. she just wants to go back to bed and crawl under the covers again. maybe she'll wake up and things will be different.

another sniff. she's been thinking that for months now. ]

Thanks.

[ rough, barely audible. a hand slipped behind him to hold herself a little closer, but it bunches in his shirt briefly, a sudden fear of him moving away from her before she quells it. it'd be just her luck, she thinks. ]

[amberhearted]

[ Eyes closed, he reaffirms his presence with a brief squeeze and lets his head fall against hers. ]

Mmhm.

[goldenclothes]

[ fresh tears come, painful and burning. they don't lost long. she doesn't have the energy or the focus for them. ]

I'm... sorry. I have so much to do, but I- [ does she, really? she felt like she did when she woke up this morning. ]

...is it all right if I just... go back to sleep?...

[amberhearted]

Of course. Here or your bedroom?

[goldenclothes]

Bed. [ there's no hesitation there. ] I just- I just want to go back to bed.

[ out of the living room. too public, even with just him there. too exposed.

she hesitates, steeling herself to stand, a hand on his leg, the other on the arm of the couch, dragging herself up through the thick atmosphere. ]

[amberhearted]

[ He rises with her, supporting her with one arm, and walks her to her bedroom. Once she's in bed, he sits on the edge of it, palm flat on the mattress, torso twisted to face her. ]

Do you want to be left alone?