[attr="class","matias"]"it has."

but his thoughts stay with him, perhaps too tired to drift beyond the bubble that surrounds them. here, in the comforts of her living room with her against him, he feels at ease.

his hand glides up her body, stopping by her head to run fingers against her blonde hair, gently caressing. he loses himself in the motion, mind drifting away to finally relax.

because with her, he finally feels safe.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

It’s the rise and fall of his chest, the gentle caress, breathing I his scent that gives her peace. The silence and comfort gives her time to sort through some of the feelings that have risen to the surface despite her protesting. They’re deep and complicated. Some she embraces, like her desire to stay like this, stay wrapped in his warmth for as long as she can. It’s what causes her to shift and look up at him. She’s too tired to fight herself on the matter so she doesn’t, despite the consequences it may bring, “Would you like to stay?”

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]he glances down the moment she shifts, meeting her tired gaze with his own. his head tilts slightly, taking in her question.

would this complicate things more than they already are? he hasn't had the time to sift through his own thoughts and feelings, but he knows his answer stays the same regardless.

he nods, then leans forward to kiss her forehead.

"i would."

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales