Kurtis//disfigured entity ❌

Mary is outside the cabin, sitting at the stairs, looking at the night sky as she reflects about something that happened today.

It is heard the way Wukong opens the door of the cabin behind her and sits by her side in the stairs, offering her a juice box. "Want some?"

"Yeah, sure. Thank you." Mary says softly, taking the juice box.

The silence lingers as she starts unpacking the juice box, feeling progressively uneasy.

She turns back at him with a smile, soft, "Hey, you don't have to stay if you're tired," her gaze flickers and turns her head softly, "I am just... thinking—about stuff."

Wukong leans to her shoulder, his head resting there.

"Yeah... thing is, I want to." He replies, humorously.

The silence comes back again, Mary fidgets with the straw a few moments, a little nervous, while Wukong is just chilling, taking audible sips of the juice that kind of breaks the vulnerable atmosphere, but he doesn't care.

"Have you ever gotten tired of... how much I tend to overthink things and—" her eyes follow him, "...complicate myself?"

Wukong replies easily, with a smile "You are not complicated." He pauses for a moment, "Why would I even get tired of you?"

"I mean... my mind usually circles over the same thing, even when it's not supposed to be that complex." Mary explains.

"Oh, so— Your head circles because you're afraid of people getting mad at you?" Wukong deduces easily.

Mary's eyes widen, by the way Wukong read her right all of the sudden.

"Am I warm?" Wukong asks, knowing damn well he did by her reaction.

"Have you also felt the same way?" Mary asks back, her eyes shimmering. Her smile is a little tired, but softened by his comprehension.

"Nah, not really. But I've known you well enough to understand how you think." He admits, nonchalantly, though still smiling and easy to her.

"Well..." She turns her head back to the ground, averting her gaze, "That's actually really comforting to hear."

"Yes, baby. I know." Wukong replies, his voice is soft.

"And hey, if you need to stop overthinking something, just tell me and—man—lemme assure you... I can find the easiest solution. Try me!" Wukong teases a bit, playing it with humour, to make her laugh. Annie Mary actually chuckles.

"Like the Occam's razor principle?" She wraps her arm around Wukong, pulling him closer to her.

"What's that?"

"Umm... It says that usually the simplest explanation of a fact tends to be the correct one."

"Oh... Well—yeah. Something like that." Wukong nods, snuggling into her embrace, "I'm gonna be your razor then."

"Though sometimes the correct one can be far more complicated than that." She contradicts herself with a bashful smile.

"Well, sometimes the easiest path turns out to be a good starting point." Wukong argues, smiling gently at her.