I’m always comfortable with you, [ she says, kind of without thinking. Which makes it no less true.
Gently, carefully, she eases herself into his bed. She KNOWS he has no untoward intentions. She knows that. She wonders briefly if she wishes he did, and quickly shoves the thought aside. But this is still…
She thinks, as she lays down, that his pillow smells like him.
Lortel DOES turn on her side to face him, feeling strange about talking at the bottom of the top bunk instead of, you know, to him.
She reaches out but does not yet connect, her hand resting on what little space remains of the bed between them. ]
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Gently, carefully, she eases herself into his bed. She KNOWS he has no untoward intentions. She knows that. She wonders briefly if she wishes he did, and quickly shoves the thought aside. But this is still…
She thinks, as she lays down, that his pillow smells like him.
Lortel DOES turn on her side to face him, feeling strange about talking at the bottom of the top bunk instead of, you know, to him.
She reaches out but does not yet connect, her hand resting on what little space remains of the bed between them. ]
… are you still hallucinating too? Are they bad?