Semantics. -Shrugs, before thinking over her friend’s words some.- I feel anger. That’s a step, right? But you’re right— bullshit just sort of skates overhead.
-nodding some- Better than nothing, but that’s normally how people end up going on rampages… -glancing over at her- I think we’re better people when we’re not crazy.
I don’t see why. I feel loads better. -With a shrug, she lays next to the other girl, exhaling lightly.- It’s comfy down here.
-her calm perfectly calm as she speaks- There’s a difference between feeling better and feeling nothing. -scratching at her neck, she shrugs some- It’s easier to ignore everyone down here.
‘Weird’ is subjective. But yes.
…You’re really gonna want to work on that. It’s still weird as fuck. -looking up at the ceiling again, she taps the spot next to her as though indicating to the other girl to join her-
Getting out is overrated. Besides, who needs liberty when one has cold floors to lie upon?
-glancing over at her, she pulls a face- See you’re still being weird then.
-laid on the hallway floor, she stares up at the ceiling and sighs heavily, having only just emerged from her room for the first time well over a week- I should get out more…
-his arm curling around her a little tighter as he twitches his features for the smallest moment, watching her before scrunching his nose, shrugging it off- Nothin’ to apologize for. Both as bad as each other, though practically all would argue that I’m the worse.
-pausing a moment, she lets a hand drift up to his jaw where her fingertips run along the edge of it, sighing gently as she does- Well I don’t care what they say, ‘cause you’re trying.. And I love you. Which means m’not ever gonna leave you. I mean, I know we fight a lot and we seem to break up every five minutes… But we never actually leave each other. Not properly.
They’ve had the pass ten plus years of breathing clean air, they can live a while without. -smiling a little- Along with what the kitchen staff use for mystery meat Monday’s.
-shrugs- Sometimes it’s nice to prove that I’m capable of it.
-chuckling with a small shake of her head, she glances away at his words, feeling suddenly guilty that she always doubts him in spite of the times when he’s been there. after a long moment, she closes the small space between them and pushes a small kiss to his lips, leaning back again a moment later- …M’sorry I’m so awful to you.
-his arm wrapping around her waist- Me too. Besides,the way I see it is that it gives my liver a break. Always a plus in that retrospect.
Yeah, it was in the desk draw. Though I still can’t place how it got there. I’ll blame lack of sleep.
-with a small chuckle- Shame about the lungs though, huh? -looking up at him properly, she shrugs- Guess it’s just one of life’s great mysteries.
-pausing a moment, she eventually speaks up- …And thank you. For y’know, being nice to me and stuff.
-practically falling onto the bed after tripping over a stray shoe, he pulls her down with him and shrugs- My lighter. I can’t tell whether I’m terrible at keeping track of things or if the sticky fingers situation is playing up again.
-half laying on him as she’s pulled down onto the bed, she rests her head in the crook of his neck and sighs gently, fingers playing with the neck line on his shirt- I’d make a comment, but I prefer the smoking to the drinking.
Did you find it though, the lighter? -glancing up at him- I can get you one from O’Callaghan if not.
-nodding his head, he turns left at the end of the corridor and leads them back to his bedroom, silently pushing the door open upon arrival- S’cuse the mess. I thought I’d lost something.
-following inside after him, she gently closes the door behind her before pulling him closer to the bed- I can deal with the mess… And what was it you lost?
