( She fights off fidgeting with her hands during the awkward silence, determinedly examining her knuckles. One, two, three, four, five knuckles on her right hand, which was good, that means they're all accounted for.
"But" has her looking up in spite of herself. Her hands go still, waiting for the rest of whatever will follow. Only when it's a sure and he leans over, she lets go of the side of her bed and snakes her arms around him, tucking her head in toward his chest. )
'm sorry to make you worry.
( ... comes out muffled. The contact is reassuring, and left to her own devices, she'll be reluctant to let go. He smells familiar; he's warm; and he's a sight more reassuring by existing than being left alone with the thought things have gotten so far past her realm of knowledge that working herself to the bone takes her out of the game for three days straight. It's scary, not knowing where that time went. )
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"But" has her looking up in spite of herself. Her hands go still, waiting for the rest of whatever will follow. Only when it's a sure and he leans over, she lets go of the side of her bed and snakes her arms around him, tucking her head in toward his chest. )
'm sorry to make you worry.
( ... comes out muffled. The contact is reassuring, and left to her own devices, she'll be reluctant to let go. He smells familiar; he's warm; and he's a sight more reassuring by existing than being left alone with the thought things have gotten so far past her realm of knowledge that working herself to the bone takes her out of the game for three days straight. It's scary, not knowing where that time went. )