[Peeling herself from the floor, Diva wastes no time more or less throwing herself into Solomon's outstretched arms. She squeezes her own around his middle, forehead pressing against his chest. It's not as comforting as it should be, but he's indulging her and for now that's what matters.
Whether she wants him to be, he's the only rock she has here, the only constant in her life. Even he has limits, she's begun to slowly realize, a threshold to her lunacy and antics. There's always the fear in the back of her mind that he'll leave, after all, even though she knows he couldn't for long.]
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Whether she wants him to be, he's the only rock she has here, the only constant in her life. Even he has limits, she's begun to slowly realize, a threshold to her lunacy and antics. There's always the fear in the back of her mind that he'll leave, after all, even though she knows he couldn't for long.]