[ Relaxing into her hold once more as she begins tracing her fingertips along his back, he watches as she turns the question around in her mind. There's a thoughtful hum, the reverberating in her chest and then onwards to his, before she looks to the ceiling, expression smoothing out in her contemplation. Having done the same thing on many nights of insomnia, he knows she's further afield than the plant-covered plaster above them.
Over the tether, he can feel the delve of thoughts like the muffled embrace of thick woods. In them is primarily a hush, punctuated by the drift of leaves, the scrape and sway of branches, the chirp of frogs and crickets both. ]
Of course, the people are important. [ They're why he endured fighting Los Angeles traffic or even the long drive out to the middle of Pennsylvania. ] You don't want a space to call your own?
[ While he's got plenty of things in his apartment back home, it's less about the stuff and more knowing there was a spot he could return to, time and again, without worrying over different etiquette or habits. Of course, he's also got plenty of photographs and memories on those walls and all over various surfaces. Like the stupid platypus carving Vivian got him that sits on his deskâshe said it reminded her of him: sort of cute and normal, but actually a complete weirdo.
(In retaliation, he'd found a beanie-stuffed one with eyelashes and sent it to her, because they were twins, after all.) ]
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Over the tether, he can feel the delve of thoughts like the muffled embrace of thick woods. In them is primarily a hush, punctuated by the drift of leaves, the scrape and sway of branches, the chirp of frogs and crickets both. ]
Of course, the people are important. [ They're why he endured fighting Los Angeles traffic or even the long drive out to the middle of Pennsylvania. ] You don't want a space to call your own?
[ While he's got plenty of things in his apartment back home, it's less about the stuff and more knowing there was a spot he could return to, time and again, without worrying over different etiquette or habits. Of course, he's also got plenty of photographs and memories on those walls and all over various surfaces. Like the stupid platypus carving Vivian got him that sits on his deskâshe said it reminded her of him: sort of cute and normal, but actually a complete weirdo.
(In retaliation, he'd found a beanie-stuffed one with eyelashes and sent it to her, because they were twins, after all.) ]