[ She moves back to him once she's a little less - more? - dressed. A little warmer at least as she comes back to the bed. Glad he's still there - wouldn't be sure how she felt if he had gone away so quickly. But she takes his hand and moves to settle next to him in the bed, a moment, where she's knees either side of his hips. Posed over the top of him before she keeps going to sit. Turn to face him, smiling still. ]
I would like that. [ It had been easy, the first week, when she was too tired and relieved at not having to check her back every night. But as it had gone, it felt wrong, after awhile. Spent some nights when she was a filled with terrors of a world away, thinking what it would be like if he was there beside her. ] Seems wrong to be in your bed and for you not to be here.
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I would like that. [ It had been easy, the first week, when she was too tired and relieved at not having to check her back every night. But as it had gone, it felt wrong, after awhile. Spent some nights when she was a filled with terrors of a world away, thinking what it would be like if he was there beside her. ] Seems wrong to be in your bed and for you not to be here.