The Tangle Meet me out by the fire escape

She felt guilty when she sensed a bit of hesitation. Was it rude of her to ask to take something more from him? Especially when it seemed perhaps as though it might be something better delivered by the one who knew the song. When he admitted that his mother had sung it to him, she felt a pang of guilt. It took a considerable amount of effort to stop herself from inviting him to share the song with them himself. She’d promised herself she would parent them…She needed to keep these boundaries. 

But it was difficult not to be charmed yet again when he sang to her. Not only did she find herself allured by the beauty of his voice, and the memory of their meet-cute, but she was surprised to find she understood the words. She fought back tears, and felt her throat tighten. She swallowed hard, trying not to blink so the tears might not wet her cheeks. She drew in a breath, and tried to pull her wriggling lips into a grateful smile. ”Merci, Ashlar,” She croaked. 

She hiccoughed, and turned her head abruptly, rubbing the spilled tear into the fur of her shoulder. She cleared her throat. ”I should…Be getting back to dem.” She added, keen to be free of his gaze so she could allow herself a moment to process her feelings.