[Oh good. Talking. It was...a mixed benefit of marriage. On the one hand, someone else's problems. She had made a habit of not having those in her life for a very long time. But it was, weirdly (weird to the point past April would never believe future April if she pulled up in her delorean) nice. Not good, not fun. But nice. In the way that being part of something more than just your own stupid life was nice. Having more than yourself. That was nice.
So. Despite giving him a wary glance, April still crawls into bed next to him in underwear alone. Even goes so far as to kiss his shoulder then curl up next to him, head on chest and blankets stubbornly tugged up and over her shoulders. No matter the 'nice,' talking was still easier when they could both maintain steady eye contact with the wall and ceiling. And she could hear any mostly suppressed sighs from her position just over his lungs.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 03:38 am (UTC)[Oh good. Talking. It was...a mixed benefit of marriage. On the one hand, someone else's problems. She had made a habit of not having those in her life for a very long time. But it was, weirdly (weird to the point past April would never believe future April if she pulled up in her delorean) nice. Not good, not fun. But nice. In the way that being part of something more than just your own stupid life was nice. Having more than yourself. That was nice.
So. Despite giving him a wary glance, April still crawls into bed next to him in underwear alone. Even goes so far as to kiss his shoulder then curl up next to him, head on chest and blankets stubbornly tugged up and over her shoulders. No matter the 'nice,' talking was still easier when they could both maintain steady eye contact with the wall and ceiling. And she could hear any mostly suppressed sighs from her position just over his lungs.]
Talk.