[ Riley's free arm wraps over Steve's shoulder; a warm, kind hug is what he needs, though she can't complete the hug unless she lets go of his hand and there is no way she'll do that. Not now. She's only got two— Ah.
In a moment of clarity, her wings, carefully folded against her back, swoop forward around the both of them. Much better. ]
Happens to everyone. First time I made spaghetti, it...felt more like rubber than pasta. [ Not in the life they'd shared together, but in the first one—the lonely one. ]
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[ Riley's free arm wraps over Steve's shoulder; a warm, kind hug is what he needs, though she can't complete the hug unless she lets go of his hand and there is no way she'll do that. Not now. She's only got two— Ah.
In a moment of clarity, her wings, carefully folded against her back, swoop forward around the both of them. Much better. ]
Happens to everyone. First time I made spaghetti, it...felt more like rubber than pasta. [ Not in the life they'd shared together, but in the first one—the lonely one. ]