[ It's hard not to smile at the scene unfolding on her bed, Peo and Alisaie exchanging affection in a way that warms his aching heart - even if his smile turns a bit apologetic at how Peo is slathering her.
He's wrapped up in observing, spectating, uncertain of how to...make himself a part of this, while at the same time, being back in her very presence quiets the loudest voices in his head. That reprieve, however slight, is so wonderful, so needed, that he can't comprehend how he ever thought to not return to her tonight.
Her invitation comes, and he doesn't hesitate. So what if he gets sick? Any sniffles or cough or fever he winds up with as a result will be worth it, to be with her, to hold her. He closes the distance between them quickly then, nearly jumping out of his boots as he slides onto the bed next to her and folds her into his arms, chin rest on top of her head.
This is where he's supposed to be right now. In a hushed mumble: ]
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He's wrapped up in observing, spectating, uncertain of how to...make himself a part of this, while at the same time, being back in her very presence quiets the loudest voices in his head. That reprieve, however slight, is so wonderful, so needed, that he can't comprehend how he ever thought to not return to her tonight.
Her invitation comes, and he doesn't hesitate. So what if he gets sick? Any sniffles or cough or fever he winds up with as a result will be worth it, to be with her, to hold her. He closes the distance between them quickly then, nearly jumping out of his boots as he slides onto the bed next to her and folds her into his arms, chin rest on top of her head.
This is where he's supposed to be right now. In a hushed mumble: ]
I'm so sorry.
[ For...for so many things. ]