Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

She'd needed the hug almost as much as she'd needed to cry, and she cried herself out into him without pulling away. She was glad he waited to speak until she was finished, and she'd expected some smart remark about her being emotional over stupid things. Instead it was a light callback to the previous conversation.

She felt completely drained and, yet, weirdly better. Like some of the weight she'd been carrying around had lifted. It was probably temporary, and eventually she'd reckon with it, but right now the relief was all she wanted to focus on.

Only if you're sick of me. She replied without bothering to pull away, her voice still thick from crying. It might have come off as self-deprecating if she didn't follow it up with a rejoinder immediately. I thought I got at least an hour.