[And her head tilted back onto his head, almost reflexive, relief, release. Like cogs clicking into place, like joints into their sockets. Not healing, but satisfying, right. Comforting to the mind which wishes for pieces to fit.]
Not all.
[There's him, and her. And probably other things. But right now this is who she has, what she needs.]
spam
Not all.
[There's him, and her. And probably other things. But right now this is who she has, what she needs.]