That actually got her to laugh, shaking her head. "I think that when I stayed in the treehouse I changed my sheets... four times? Maybe? But alright." She looked at her fingers, her voice quieter. "I- It's... it's different. Living without you there." She looked over at him, and instead of touching him like she wanted to, her fingers wound themselves in her shirt.
"So- So yeah, I'll move in. Stay here. Thanks, Jack." She ran her hand over her face. Nightmares - she'd been having them since the attack, would wake up drenched with sweat and panting for breath, and now she'd have to tell him- Later. She could tell him later. "I'm at the point where I can walk short distances without the crutches." Obvious, Ace. He just saw you. "So that's something?"
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Date: 2007-04-04 04:47 am (UTC)"So- So yeah, I'll move in. Stay here. Thanks, Jack." She ran her hand over her face. Nightmares - she'd been having them since the attack, would wake up drenched with sweat and panting for breath, and now she'd have to tell him- Later. She could tell him later. "I'm at the point where I can walk short distances without the crutches." Obvious, Ace. He just saw you. "So that's something?"