Frayed as himself was at the edges, he tensed up against the heft come leaning against him. From her clutches he’d free but the one hand, more for him than for her, that he may wrap an arm around her shoulders. It was hard to listen to the sobbing, beneath which he merely exhaled, long and weary through the nose in that way that deflated all the air from a man. Purposeful, for how good it felt to let every last bit of air drain.
Holding on, lulled to some strange peace by how warm she was, he pressed his lips against the pale wisps at the top of her head and, belatedly, spoke.
“ We should try and get some sleep. “
More asking than suggesting. And yet he moved none to the effect, remaining sat exactly where he was, lids heavy.
Holding on, lulled to some strange peace by how warm she was, he pressed his lips against the pale wisps at the top of her head and, belatedly, spoke.
“ We should try and get some sleep. “
More asking than suggesting. And yet he moved none to the effect, remaining sat exactly where he was, lids heavy.