( She remembers her. Chloe was like fire, probably the kind that'd burn you up if you got too close, but could give you focus in the dark. Maybe something like warmth and comfort, if you got sentimental, but you'd have to remember that she was something more wild. It's jarring, the conflict of pain and fog, and memories being shoved back into her head. Her grip on the motorcycle handles tighten, she licks her lips, trying to figure out how to explain it without really explaining it. )
I talk too much is what happened. ( A beat, eyeing the coat, sighing with a bit of relief despite herself. ) You're gonna catch a cold.
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( She remembers her. Chloe was like fire, probably the kind that'd burn you up if you got too close, but could give you focus in the dark. Maybe something like warmth and comfort, if you got sentimental, but you'd have to remember that she was something more wild. It's jarring, the conflict of pain and fog, and memories being shoved back into her head. Her grip on the motorcycle handles tighten, she licks her lips, trying to figure out how to explain it without really explaining it. )
I talk too much is what happened. ( A beat, eyeing the coat, sighing with a bit of relief despite herself. ) You're gonna catch a cold.