[ Not that he particularly wants her in his room. Can hear the footsteps.
The lock clicks open, the sweep of an arm -- after you -- onto space rumpled by sleep. The desk owns a solitary chair, the trunk offers another perch; he ignores both, ignores candles and hearth. Better this be brief.
(The side of his tongue has long grown back; face smooth and pale as if it's never seen a bruise. Like nothing ever happened,
no subject
I've a moment.
[ Not that he particularly wants her in his room. Can hear the footsteps.
The lock clicks open, the sweep of an arm -- after you -- onto space rumpled by sleep. The desk owns a solitary chair, the trunk offers another perch; he ignores both, ignores candles and hearth. Better this be brief.
(The side of his tongue has long grown back; face smooth and pale as if it's never seen a bruise. Like nothing ever happened,
An old ache in his gums.)
Isaac turns to shrug on a shirt. ]
The leg?
[ She's moving better. That's a low bar. ]