[ she isn't rejected, isn't inched away from. instead she is met where she lands, light against his side, allowed a space there for the time being. two placeless people given place, temporarily. alright. if he's fine, she can be. she can.
there is a quiet between them broken along with the silence as Badou asks his question - and it isn't intrusive, not really. it's surface. at least, it is on the surface.
fiddling about, her hands eventually slide out of her cardigan brandishing her phone and she stares at the blank message window for a moment longer than she needs to. her head swims. her stomach churns and she feels sick. she wants to tell him everything, but in reality she should probably tell him nothing.
taps out a message, tilts the screen so he can see: ]
nobody yet
[ and it hurts, because that little bit of truth might just mark the last thing she'll really be able to say to him for a while ]
Re: action;
there is a quiet between them broken along with the silence as Badou asks his question - and it isn't intrusive, not really. it's surface. at least, it is on the surface.
fiddling about, her hands eventually slide out of her cardigan brandishing her phone and she stares at the blank message window for a moment longer than she needs to. her head swims. her stomach churns and she feels sick. she wants to tell him everything, but in reality she should probably tell him nothing.
taps out a message, tilts the screen so he can see: ]
nobody yet
[ and it hurts, because that little bit of truth might just mark the last thing she'll really be able to say to him for a while ]