Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

She barely registered that he had moved until she felt the touch in her ear. It didn’t matter how embarrassed she was, or how much she was definitely never going to live this down later. She immediately turned and buried her face in his chest, pressing against him like she thought he might disappear. Maybe she did.

She didn’t remember the last time she had a friend whose presence wasn’t tied up on strings. Even the ones who she thought were there for her, they all had bigger things driving them, things that always seemed to pull them away. Even Fig; maybe not now, but someday he’d have found a family. Someday he’d have moved on. She didn’t need to be the biggest thing in anyone’s life. She was only tired of feeling left behind when it felt like what she had to offer wasn’t enough to merit a sustained relationship. No one ever checked on her. No one ever visited her.

She’d felt alone longer than she could describe, and Penn’s statement had been perfect in a way she couldn’t really vocalize right now. So she cried it out against him instead.

She didn’t even really care if he made fun of her after. Because he was there, and he didn’t need her to be anything she wasn’t, and for the first time in a long time things felt a little more normal.