She clings on, tight. Tells herself that she's only doing it because she has to, that she'll slide off otherwise, but North has her perfectly secure and she knows it.
"M'not gonna," she grumbles, pressing her face into his back. She's still shivering. "I know the drill."
She breathes out, slow and shaking. She breathes and she clings, buries her face into the space between his shoulder blades, almost trembling in a way that's different from the shivering and yet easily excused.
Wonders when the last time it was they did this, or hugged, or anything, before everything changed irreparably. Isn't sure if she can't remember because it's been too long, or because of her scrambled head.
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She clings on, tight. Tells herself that she's only doing it because she has to, that she'll slide off otherwise, but North has her perfectly secure and she knows it.
"M'not gonna," she grumbles, pressing her face into his back. She's still shivering. "I know the drill."
She breathes out, slow and shaking. She breathes and she clings, buries her face into the space between his shoulder blades, almost trembling in a way that's different from the shivering and yet easily excused.
Wonders when the last time it was they did this, or hugged, or anything, before everything changed irreparably. Isn't sure if she can't remember because it's been too long, or because of her scrambled head.