( This isnโt a bed by any means and so it lacks the sort of comfort that comes from a mattress and sheets, but. The bubble isnโt so uncomfortable that sitting or laying within it is signing up for a serious case of sore muscles after. Plus, itโs warm in a way that isnโt so intrusive because he makes it that way within his mind.
So he turns on his side then, facing Sophie, and tucks an arm under his head as a makeshift pillow, settling there against the warmth of the bubble while blue eyes search her face. Just her face, not her thoughts. )
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So he turns on his side then, facing Sophie, and tucks an arm under his head as a makeshift pillow, settling there against the warmth of the bubble while blue eyes search her face. Just her face, not her thoughts. )
What did you fight about?