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Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He reaches out the rest of the way, careful, to touch the place where one's just closed]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

[The skin is smooth and flat—no bump, no scar, no ridge]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

...huh.

[He reaches out toward one of the open ones - runs a finger down the eyelid, careful, like he's encouraging a child to close its eyes and sleep]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

[Goosebumps at the touch, but otherwise once it closes, there's no trace it was ever there.]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

...you don't feel em?

What happens if they open under your scarf or whatever, and you get cloth in your eyes?

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

...Dunno, I never noticed. Mostly I try not to think about them.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. Sorry.

I'll quit it with twenty questions.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

It's...fine. Ain't like they're going nowhere, so may as well try to live with 'em.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey.

[He reaches out to take her hand, careful]

If you don't want em, we'll figure out a way to get rid of em. We know for sure it can happen, right?

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

Yeah... If we can get there to spend the time, then sure.

Look--you don't gotta worry about me. I'm kinda bottom of the list for this kinda thing.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

You don't like em, right?

So you're the top of my list.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

There's worse stuff. And I got higher priorities.

[She already has his hand, so she just leans into him some for a long beat]

...You really ain't grossed out?

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

It ain't any weirder than not having a heart.

[Gives her hand a little squeeze]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

[Her expression goes a little tight]

Yeah, I know.

[She squeezes back at his hand, however, hand a little clammy]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

...hey.

All I meant is, it's fine. If you can put up with me being an ice cube twenty-four seven, I can deal with a couple eyes.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

Just...saying, you don't have to. Ain't gonna offend me or nothing.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

They're fine, dude. You're still you.

Whatever weird stuff they throw at us, nothing's gonna change that.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

[Finally her expression softens a bit, crooked]

Yeah. We still got--us, I guess. ...Thanks.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

Just telling it like it is.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

[Leans into him and just rests there, warm]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Puts his arms around her, and pulls her in a little more, so he can press a kiss to her forehead]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

[Lets him, wrapping her arms around his waist and doing a bad job of pulling away, not least because she doesn't actually want to]





...Sorry.

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon, either]

...what for?

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[unbr8kable]

[She doesn't say anything, just kind of nods against him. Perhaps that is the response after all]

Re: Day 254, late afternoonish

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Lets one hand drift up, to settle against the back of her neck, fingers against the short hairs at the base of her skull. It's a gentle touch, protective]

You don't got nothing to be sorry for, dude.