Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

Penn rested his head gently on hers when she moved towards him, tucking her safely in against him. His mind raced with things he ought to say or do to help her feel better, but he resisted the temptation. He knew from experience that sometimes you just needed to feel really shitty. Saving space for feeling shitty was the only way to feel better.

So, he let her cry. Even thought he felt bad. Even though he felt awkward. Even though he wanted to rescue her. He just let her cry until he sensed her slowing, at which point, he was a total Blackthorn.

”Does this mean you don’t want to meet up for dinner later?” he said quietly, testing the waters.