Redhawk Caldera I thought I'd have it worked out and I'd be making plenty

It didn't take long for him to come, not nearly long enough for her mind to quiet into drowsiness. She turned her head towards him as he entered and smiled as the sound of his greeting hit her ears. She had that, and if that had to be enough, she was trying to make her peace with that. As he settled in, she felt that now familiar space between them... barely there, but always present.

Hey. She should have worked out what to ask but she hadn't. And the affection in his voice was clear, but it didn't do much to get rid of the fear of finally hearing an answer. What if she was right?

She had to work to keep her voice casual, but she tried. Until she had an answer, she didn't want to let on that the question meant much to her. I've been wanting to ask you something. Is there... something wrong? You didn't used to need space like this.

For Fennec, what might seem like a small thing was a pretty big deal. She was constantly checking herself from casually reaching out, sliding over, letting her steps drift sideways as they walked. She still had his voice, but she'd lost so much of him. She didn't know what she hated more, the fact that it was so hard or the idea that it might get easier as she got used to it.