http://birdmetaphor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] birdmetaphor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] uisgeannan 2011-08-21 04:10 pm (UTC)

"Ah, I see."

He rolls onto his back, happy to let her hide under the covers. If it means she's doing less looking around the room, then all the more power to her. He can't be too angry at her this time, as long as its contained. As long as she's polite and apologetic (he's so relieved that she didn't decide to sneak in on a night where he's shed off his form; that's something he doesn't want to explain to anyone but Michael).

He breathes in, breathes out. Something of a sigh.

"So what was your not-straight thinking, then?" What's her reasoning (or lack thereof) for crawling in bed with the guy who scribbles all over his room with his own blood? He wouldn't have expected himself to be her first choice. "Why aren't you all curled up with Adel?"

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