"Too much time alone," she murmurs, rather than chides. He had so little choice or support in the matter, after all. "We'll work on that too. I'm gonna be at your beck and call whenever I'm up here, you hear?"
She's making for the door, but a pointing hand lingers in the air. A meek buffer. Walking away is hard.
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Date: 2020-05-07 09:13 am (UTC)She's making for the door, but a pointing hand lingers in the air. A meek buffer. Walking away is hard.