Given her small size, she was easily tugged along with him to the head of the bed. As he readjusted, she took a minute to take off her shoes and socks, and threw them over onto the floor. She leaned over the edge of the bed for a few seconds, bracing herself with both hands as she inwardly gave herself courage. She could do this, nothing was going to happen, he wasn't going to let himself lose control. They were going to talk, and she was going to go home in the morning. She pushed herself to sit back up, and she looked over at him with a smile before she crawled over to lay with him.
She was surprised when he pulled her in close once again, although she probably shouldn't have been, and she rested her hands up against his chest. Every so often her fingers would idly fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, opening and then sealing one in and out of its buttonhole. It helped to keep her from clinging too much, and it also offered her something to keep her from talking while he did, as now it was his turn to have a lot of emotions and spill everything he needed to.
As he spoke about how he died, it left her with a bad taste in her mouth, and she realized that he was trying to be as vague about being shot as possible so it wouldn't worry her. That caused her to smile, even if it was still a sad one, and she shifted upward to rest her head on his arm, so she could slide in close and put her face back into its comfort spot up against his neck. She felt the most secure there, and so she really had no big desire to move.
She did, nod, however, as he spoke further, to let him know she was indeed still listening and hadn't fallen asleep so early. Once he was finished, she turned her head just long enough to speak, before nuzzling back into the warmth of him. "You just woke up in the Impala? Not that she isn't a great place to wake up in," She paused, realizing as soon as the words left her mouth how they sounded, "But yeah, that's a weird place to start your time in Heaven in."
She wondered how her Heaven would begin for her, and quickly realized that it was pointless to even really do that. Unless she magically lost her head, she didn't exactly stand a chance of getting to see her Heaven. And even if she did lose her head, she was paranoid that it would just grow back or something, that she really was doomed to live forever. The thought of that made her fingers twist tightly into his shirt, and she pressed herself in as close to him as possible.
"What did you see after you woke up? Was Sam there? Zebra, Elle, or Brooke?"
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She was surprised when he pulled her in close once again, although she probably shouldn't have been, and she rested her hands up against his chest. Every so often her fingers would idly fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, opening and then sealing one in and out of its buttonhole. It helped to keep her from clinging too much, and it also offered her something to keep her from talking while he did, as now it was his turn to have a lot of emotions and spill everything he needed to.
As he spoke about how he died, it left her with a bad taste in her mouth, and she realized that he was trying to be as vague about being shot as possible so it wouldn't worry her. That caused her to smile, even if it was still a sad one, and she shifted upward to rest her head on his arm, so she could slide in close and put her face back into its comfort spot up against his neck. She felt the most secure there, and so she really had no big desire to move.
She did, nod, however, as he spoke further, to let him know she was indeed still listening and hadn't fallen asleep so early. Once he was finished, she turned her head just long enough to speak, before nuzzling back into the warmth of him. "You just woke up in the Impala? Not that she isn't a great place to wake up in," She paused, realizing as soon as the words left her mouth how they sounded, "But yeah, that's a weird place to start your time in Heaven in."
She wondered how her Heaven would begin for her, and quickly realized that it was pointless to even really do that. Unless she magically lost her head, she didn't exactly stand a chance of getting to see her Heaven. And even if she did lose her head, she was paranoid that it would just grow back or something, that she really was doomed to live forever. The thought of that made her fingers twist tightly into his shirt, and she pressed herself in as close to him as possible.
"What did you see after you woke up? Was Sam there? Zebra, Elle, or Brooke?"