she walks toward the living room slowly, debating her move carefully in her head. she could sit in a chair, or she could sit next to him on the couch. she’s not sure, because she wants to sit next to him, but she doesn’t want to make it weird. things have changed between them ---- ever since that day in the kitchen, she can’t stop wondering how to get back in that position, so close to him, taunting him, touching him. but forcing that to happen again feels wrong ---- she wants it to happen naturally, yet she’s overthinking everything. hands are clasped together, and she goes for the second option. it’s casual; she’s next to him, but not too close, her hands falling to her lap as she stares at the television for a long moment before saying anything. ❝ watching anything good? ❞ she asks, turning her head over to look at him finally. / @dreadheir.












