[ The corner of his mouth twitches up a little in a small smile. How strange, finding some small comfort in her company, when only minutes ago he had been so goddamn convinced he should leave. Save both of them the trouble of finding themselves at one another's throats again.
It must be the proximity, he tells himself. Must be the mark curling on his arm, sending cooling flutters of ease through him. And maybe he should examine that feeling further, but he's too spent, too exhausted to care. ]
Yeah. [ Softly, in answer to her suggestion. ] I'll see you in the mornin', Emma.
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It must be the proximity, he tells himself. Must be the mark curling on his arm, sending cooling flutters of ease through him. And maybe he should examine that feeling further, but he's too spent, too exhausted to care. ]
Yeah. [ Softly, in answer to her suggestion. ] I'll see you in the mornin', Emma.