(This does beat sleeping and dreaming, so perhaps she's a tad glad that neither of them could. Sophie fingers hold his, almost like a quiet way of telling him she's here. Being here, it must definitely be scary for him, albeit in ways that are wildly different from the way she is scared.
At least this feels like such a safe space that any ill feelings are hard to bubble within her.)
no subject
At least this feels like such a safe space that any ill feelings are hard to bubble within her.)
... He's younger than you, I'm like, 99% sure.
(Not helping, babe.)
Well, he's not exactly it, anyway.