Lydia

*holds her close* never *rests chin on her head* we should probably sleep though... *yawns*

*yawns and nods against his chest* Five more minutes... *tightens her grip* Then we can sleep. *sighs contentedly*

*grins and squeezes her gently* five more minutes it is *rubs her back softly*

*suddenly tenses, eyes narrowing, a flicker of irritation crossing the face* "Oh, yeah. Because 'relaxing' always works so well when you're trying to ignore someone." *crosses arms, leaning against the wall with a small smirk*

I just want to listen to music.

*suddenly snaps, fists clenching* "Music? You think that's gonna solve everything? You think a few pretty notes are gonna fill the void? *turns away, shoulders trembling with barely-contained fury* "It's not that simple."

*stops reaching, crosses arms* ...You're sorry. *narrows eyes* ...Sorry doesn't bring back my ghost marshmallows, Chance. *sighs dramatically* ...I'll add it to your debt.

debt.... You are giving me ptsd

*pauses, ears flatten* ...Wait. That's— *fidgets* I didn't mean— *looks away* ...Forget the debt. Consider it a gift. *mutters* ...Idiot.