The smile he musters doesn't do much to help. In fact, it twists something in her chest - and when he runs his hand over his head, the simple action sparks that ache that's been trailing her for so long.
It's him. She's been missing him, somehow, though he's been a few doors away the whole time.
"You could stay," she says quietly. "If... you want."
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Date: 2016-07-04 09:09 am (UTC)It's him. She's been missing him, somehow, though he's been a few doors away the whole time.
"You could stay," she says quietly. "If... you want."