[She only lifts her head for a moment before her arms come around his middle. Both hands grip fists around the back of his shirt and she presses her face into his collarbone. When she exhales, her entire body shudders. She has confidence in her ability to fight. Making up is a whole other story. She's not used to having to.
But he's not going anywhere. Even after she yelled at him, he's not leaving.]
Anything? [She asks it so tentatively, practically clinging to him.]
call;
But he's not going anywhere. Even after she yelled at him, he's not leaving.]
Anything? [She asks it so tentatively, practically clinging to him.]