Well this is gonna. Make me sob. Look what you've done Laurie
6. Apocalypse Lullaby by The Wailin' Jennys
It was a soft world, the one they'd built together. As much as it could be in times like this, anyway. They tried so hard to make it soft. There were slow mornings with tangled, sleepy limbs, chipped mugs steaming with tea, laundry hung on a cotton line in the wind.
Ren sat and watched as Etho climbed a ladder to the roof, fiddling with the antennae there. Coiled cables sloughed off the shingles, stretching alongside the house and into the basement below. The sunlight streaming through the leaves of the oak dappled the porch floor beneath him, and Ren sighed in contentment as he polished the metal of the shotgun in his hands.
The actions were far too familiar to be truly comforting - his hands should not have known the motion so well. This was a hard thing, in their soft world. There were many hard things outside their fences, and there must be something of answering hardness to meet them when they found their way inside.
For now, though, the wind was sweet, and the bread baking in their wood stove was beginning to perfume the air. Etho climbed down the ladder carefully, and pressed a kiss to Ren's head as he passed. Ren closed his eyes, and felt the love in their home. For now, for as long as they can hold it, keep it safe, this was theirs. And their home is a soft one.