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“uh... so.. how’ve you been?” he asks, hands are shoved into his pocket as a coping mechanism for not being able to hold her hand. it’s not that he can’t, it’s just that he probably shouldn’t. it’s been a while since they’d last seen each other and riley didn’t wanna ruin everything by making the first move. --then again, it was really her who made the first move by coming back. “how was... your trip?” god. she was still as beautiful as the first day he saw her. 

@smrtst // starter call

“so...” she begins, kicking off her slippers and draping herself across the bed on her side, hand supporting her head. she at her younger sister with tired yet concerned and interested eyes. “do you wanna talk about it?” robyn asks in a nonchalant tone. she didn’t want to pry into daisy’s life but she wanted to let her know that she had open ears. “or should we just go to bed?”