[she can tell just by the slight stutter he's having a moment.]
Idiota [but she says it fondly] Stop being so sentimental. We're too dead for that.
[and she didn't feel anything herself, not a tug of anything close to longing as she feels him undo it. That would be absolutely ridiculous]
I'm nothing but bones and more bones with nothing inside. [except memories and bitterness perhaps, but they both know that. She manages the rest herself, keeping her hair up for the moment before getting into the water. It's clean at least and if she closes her eyes she can pretend it's hot-- but the temperature hasn't mattered in a very long time]
12/18 6pm
It could like me a little less.
[she can tell just by the slight stutter he's having a moment.]
Idiota [but she says it fondly] Stop being so sentimental. We're too dead for that.
[and she didn't feel anything herself, not a tug of anything close to longing as she feels him undo it. That would be absolutely ridiculous]
I'm nothing but bones and more bones with nothing inside. [except memories and bitterness perhaps, but they both know that. She manages the rest herself, keeping her hair up for the moment before getting into the water. It's clean at least and if she closes her eyes she can pretend it's hot-- but the temperature hasn't mattered in a very long time]
What do you do all day anyway?