[She's easy enough to move around, lowering to the couch and taking a moment to tug her shoes off- they're just toe offs, anyway. But once she's there, with legs tucked up and fingers wringing against her knees-- she's got hawk eyes on her friend. Must keep a watch on him at all times, no leaving before she's out like a light.
Which, if she actually makes herself lay down, would happen soon enough.]
Is'sat what happens to us? It passed?
[She's half laying down now, and sort of reaching out for his hand. The nerves are vicious enough to make her fingers tremble, and while he might not be her safety person, he's still a good alternative.]
It feels like a bad dream. I hate bein' scared anymore..
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Date: 2013-05-14 08:01 am (UTC)Which, if she actually makes herself lay down, would happen soon enough.]
Is'sat what happens to us? It passed?
[She's half laying down now, and sort of reaching out for his hand. The nerves are vicious enough to make her fingers tremble, and while he might not be her safety person, he's still a good alternative.]
It feels like a bad dream. I hate bein' scared anymore..