Porcupine Ridge but they're weird and they're wonderful

fade? <3

He wished —

He wanted it —

Stop.

Stop.

Self-loathing overcame him in a grand wave and he felt the need to distance himself from someone so nice. Genuine behavior could somehow feel like a barb when he was so convinced he was nothing she said. It was easier to only thin-lip smile. A soft nod.

He could not bring himself to sleep so close, but he would be near. Asleep? Uncertain.