I probably should've just set up camp with you to start with. Sorry.
[He holds her hand between both of his to warm it, to apologize, then lifts it to his lips for a soft kiss before leading her kitchenwards. They have pots and pans, they have groceries. Dave starts to heat the milk he pretty much only uses for this and for cereal and watches the little flames on the gas range for a moment without speaking.]
It is kind of like before, isn't it.
[Night never was the time for bravado.
At night, Dave was always with someone else, talking quietly, sleeping back to back, making just as much noise as breathing makes to remind himself they're alive, he's alive, he's not alone.
He's layered shirt over shirt under sweater and he still feels cold, like memory is its own phantom pain, untreatable.]
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[He holds her hand between both of his to warm it, to apologize, then lifts it to his lips for a soft kiss before leading her kitchenwards. They have pots and pans, they have groceries. Dave starts to heat the milk he pretty much only uses for this and for cereal and watches the little flames on the gas range for a moment without speaking.]
It is kind of like before, isn't it.
[Night never was the time for bravado.
At night, Dave was always with someone else, talking quietly, sleeping back to back, making just as much noise as breathing makes to remind himself they're alive, he's alive, he's not alone.
He's layered shirt over shirt under sweater and he still feels cold, like memory is its own phantom pain, untreatable.]