...Well. At least it's not such close quarters as the hotel, even so...
[Neighbors is something different, fundamentally, from effectively dorm-mates. Living on the same block is a big departure from living in the same hallway.
But for a little while she doesn't really say anything; she just leans against him and sort of basks in him, nebulously gauging all his smallest fidgets and tells with a mixture of her own natural empathy and her long familiarity with his habits and mannerisms.
Eventually, though, she sits up and wriggles lightly out of his hold, in favor of pivoting and clambering up to sit in his lap outright instead of merely leaning on him.]
I know.
[She wraps her arms around his shoulders, weaving her fingers through the hair at the back of his head as she thinks of tattered red armwarmers and a pale face across the trial circle from her, how he'd run to her and longed to save her and she'd slipped through his fingers on a fatal technicality anyway.
Safety, first and for always. No one could survive a murder game and not come out feeling that way on the other side, of course.]
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[Neighbors is something different, fundamentally, from effectively dorm-mates. Living on the same block is a big departure from living in the same hallway.
But for a little while she doesn't really say anything; she just leans against him and sort of basks in him, nebulously gauging all his smallest fidgets and tells with a mixture of her own natural empathy and her long familiarity with his habits and mannerisms.
Eventually, though, she sits up and wriggles lightly out of his hold, in favor of pivoting and clambering up to sit in his lap outright instead of merely leaning on him.]
I know.
[She wraps her arms around his shoulders, weaving her fingers through the hair at the back of his head as she thinks of tattered red armwarmers and a pale face across the trial circle from her, how he'd run to her and longed to save her and she'd slipped through his fingers on a fatal technicality anyway.
Safety, first and for always. No one could survive a murder game and not come out feeling that way on the other side, of course.]
I love you, you know.