[It's the easiest thing in the world to snuggle up to him when he draws her in, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder while her chest ends up flush against his. She feels — not tired, exactly, but a little bit like a puppet with her strings cut, finding reassurance in being able to just slump against him and let him support her for a little while.]
Yeah...like during Geistnacht...you didn't let go of me then, either.
[Which is, maybe, an understated and roundabout way of getting at what she's asking for: the same thing she'd pleaded for then, don't let go of me.
Then, it had been because she'd been afraid of what would happen if she ran out of chroma. Now, it's just because she doesn't want to lose the feeling of his warmth.]
no subject
Yeah...like during Geistnacht...you didn't let go of me then, either.
[Which is, maybe, an understated and roundabout way of getting at what she's asking for: the same thing she'd pleaded for then, don't let go of me.
Then, it had been because she'd been afraid of what would happen if she ran out of chroma. Now, it's just because she doesn't want to lose the feeling of his warmth.]
S-See...I told you it was bad, didn't I...