[She doesn't really have a plan. She doesn't have a reason for being here. She's running purely on instinct because at this point in time, thinking too hard about any of this only makes her upset.
He answers the door, and her lack of preparation must seem obvious, she thinks. She stands there as the seconds tick by, his question hanging in the air without an answer. Does she want to come in? She doesn't know. She wants a lot of things right now, but she knows that half of them are impossible. The other half... She's not sure if she should want them or not.
She doesn't break the silence, but she does shatter the way that the moment seems to hang between them like a fragile bit of glass on a string. She moves forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face against his chest. Her fingers dig into his back, clinging as if he were a lifeline in a particularly nasty storm.]
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Date: 2017-03-23 01:20 am (UTC)He answers the door, and her lack of preparation must seem obvious, she thinks. She stands there as the seconds tick by, his question hanging in the air without an answer. Does she want to come in? She doesn't know. She wants a lot of things right now, but she knows that half of them are impossible. The other half... She's not sure if she should want them or not.
She doesn't break the silence, but she does shatter the way that the moment seems to hang between them like a fragile bit of glass on a string. She moves forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face against his chest. Her fingers dig into his back, clinging as if he were a lifeline in a particularly nasty storm.]