[ As if it's natural, Riley shifts to accommodate him, so she's not kneeling awkwardly. She moves on an instinct she never knew she had, one she never got to develop. A billion fragments of what never was swirl around them, and she finds herself somewhere between the time she'd crawled into Steffan's bed during a particularly loud thunderstorm and being carried home after she'd sprained her ankle while climbing a tree.
What her mind says is, this is her brother, one who's taken care of her. It's only right to return the favor. It's a terrifying thought, and yet... ]
We'll take care of it later. If...I had more in my pantry, I'd make us something, but— [ His laughter warms her ear and she sets her chin on his shoulder. He should probably have more water, before the waves of pain ripple over him again, but somewhat selfishly, Riley doesn't want to pull away. ]
...Pizza sounds perfect. [ He already knows her order, right? Large, extra cheese. That other world didn't have gluten-free, but she's been less strict about that in the last few months. ]
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What her mind says is, this is her brother, one who's taken care of her. It's only right to return the favor. It's a terrifying thought, and yet... ]
We'll take care of it later. If...I had more in my pantry, I'd make us something, but— [ His laughter warms her ear and she sets her chin on his shoulder. He should probably have more water, before the waves of pain ripple over him again, but somewhat selfishly, Riley doesn't want to pull away. ]
...Pizza sounds perfect. [ He already knows her order, right? Large, extra cheese. That other world didn't have gluten-free, but she's been less strict about that in the last few months. ]