Lying down. Yes. Cassidy settled back onto the bed and lifted his arm so she could curl up under it. His hand wound up resting against her hair, much like he had at the end of her dream.
He thought for a moment about what to ask. Whether he should ask in the first place. There was an appeal to leaving the past in the past... but there was also a small voice at the back of his head whispering that if he didn’t ask anything, it might look like he didn’t care.
“How did you get out?” She had said something about a fire...
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Date: 2018-07-25 11:40 pm (UTC)He thought for a moment about what to ask. Whether he should ask in the first place. There was an appeal to leaving the past in the past... but there was also a small voice at the back of his head whispering that if he didn’t ask anything, it might look like he didn’t care.
“How did you get out?” She had said something about a fire...