Voice of a Mouse, Bite of a Lion

[Melody stares for a minute, vaguely disinterested until she hears how long he’s been outside for. She flashes a toothy grin, expecting him to follow the suit of her words because of it.] Go the fuck inside? Like, I will go with you? [It was mostly because he was beginning to look a little ill from the cold (or not from it because she’s unaware that he’s sick).] 

[She saunters up to him without hesitation, her arms folded over her chest. She hasn’t got any real sort of answer for him, but it’s the best she is able to give. If of course, he feels the urge to break into someone’s room. Minor detail, really.] There’s a level one with too many blankets. Suppose you could get a few from him.

[He peered up at the woman that marched straight up to him, looking up at her through eyelashes. With another shiver, he clenched his jaw and paused for a moment. He felt slightly like a child being scolded, the way she spoke to him, the way she stood and looked at him.] I— Uhh... Thank you. Sounds promising. Know what the kid's name is?

It's also more boxed in. I don't know... Being inside, I couldn't do it tonight. [He mutters back to her, looking over as she sat down. He didn't really expect anyone to be out here with him, and yeah... He should go inside. Especially being sick. But inside made him feel like he was crazy. And he felt crazy enough. He gave her a slight shrug, fingers picking at some grass.] Uhm... Half hour? Give or take a few hours. 

I wouldn’t be surprised. If I was some kind of tricky doctor, I would do that shit too. 

Remind me to never choose you as my therapist then, yeah? hah.

Hm.

I think they keep us this bored on purpose, keeps us crazy, drives us further, and they keep their jobs.

[Her eyes close immediately at his touch, and she thinks blindly on recoiling from him the way he did her, but knows that that won’t accomplish anything but to forge more distance between the two of them. And, as angry as she is, as hurt and thrown away as she feels, she only wants to stay closer. Jackson, her best friend in the entire world — the only person she had ever fully allowed in and trusted (even if she didn’t tell him everything. He knew more than anyone else, excluding Thom, and well, he was in charge of her mind.) Jackson was it. He was a shining star in a dark and blurry haze of black, and then he blipped out.

[Her expression was so confused, still hurt, and just as longing as his own, and he couldn't stand it anymore. All his hang ups, all the blame he placed on himself, as much as he hated who he was and the things he had done, there was something about Liara that he just couldn't deny. The effect he had on her was evident and irreversible and nothing he could do, no amount of toxic thought and self doubt could erase the permanent effect she had on him. It was like every glance from her, every smile, every single word that left her mouth was a new tattoo written on the insides of his chest cavity, a new string threaded into him that connected him to her. And no matter what he had done, or what happened in the past, he was back now. And what was the use of wasting anymore time when he could spend that time with her?