There are so many different parts to the agony of it. Losing Holden. Watching him go. And being so reminded that Loxley might slip away, and that it would hurt just as badly.
What that means, when set against moments like this. (Loxley is so easy to like.)
But she owes him some explanation for turning up on his doorstep at this hour, waking him, intruding.
"Help me?" she prompts, which is ostensibly about all her layers, but comes in the same tenor she'd used for Can you take me to bed? A small request to hang on to him, for now. Though there is some levity when she reminds, "I'll need to manage my boots first."
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There are so many different parts to the agony of it. Losing Holden. Watching him go. And being so reminded that Loxley might slip away, and that it would hurt just as badly.
What that means, when set against moments like this. (Loxley is so easy to like.)
But she owes him some explanation for turning up on his doorstep at this hour, waking him, intruding.
"Help me?" she prompts, which is ostensibly about all her layers, but comes in the same tenor she'd used for Can you take me to bed? A small request to hang on to him, for now. Though there is some levity when she reminds, "I'll need to manage my boots first."