Mmm. [No tone, no implication. The thought of him leaving is a tangled knot in her stomach, but she knows-- gets it-- doesn't fight it. Keeps herself against that wall and her hand near his and shuts her eyes to kill off the noise outside, the rapid fire beat of her own heart in her chest that's come on from too many hours with her eyes open.
no subject
Doesn't take more than a minute for it to work.]