[When she dismounts him and lies down next to him, he turns and looks at her, and tries to think of a way to answer that question.
Tired.
Sad.
Hurt...
He draws his knee up and uses it to gently nudge aside one of her legs, maneuvering himself so that their bodies align and their chests are pressed together. It's easier than speaking. It's difficult not to succumb to that deceptively intimate out.]
[Action]
Tired.
Sad.
Hurt...
He draws his knee up and uses it to gently nudge aside one of her legs, maneuvering himself so that their bodies align and their chests are pressed together. It's easier than speaking. It's difficult not to succumb to that deceptively intimate out.]