[ it's taking everything in him right now not to just curl up against her and stay that way. but even through the weed-addled haze his mind is under right now, he knows they don't do that even if he can't remember why. he does stuff his other hand in his pocket to find his other mitten, realizing he's cold before his fingers start to fall off at least. high hopes is suddenly playing through his mind on a loop, well, the chorus anyway. and it makes him have to stifle a chuckle under his breath, not fully aware of his cold nose bumping her cheek. ]
That doesn't mean I can't like having you around while you're here.
[ he knows she'll leave eventually. it might be in the spring, it might be next week, it could be years from now. but she will and he accepts that. it's just who she is. ]
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That doesn't mean I can't like having you around while you're here.
[ he knows she'll leave eventually. it might be in the spring, it might be next week, it could be years from now. but she will and he accepts that. it's just who she is. ]